While I intend to touch on the negatives and positives of my experience with the program, I will start with the latter because I assure you, it is brief.
The two directors on site-- are extremely knowledgeable when it comes to turtles; they are extremely thorough, thoughtful, and wise during training and turtle nesting. The practices and procedures they use are 100% aimed at the comfort and love for the all of the turtles that come to the beaches they patrol. While my patrol team consisted of two volunteers and a guide, the small group allowed for plenty of engagement and hands on experience; I am extremely pleased with the knowledge I was able to acquire over the month I spent at KIDO.
Although the turtle patrols gifted me with knowledge and experience, the rest of my time with KIDO was nearly unbearable for three main reason: the location, the living, and the directors.
It is important to understand that I was a young female traveller, arriving (and staying for a few days) solo.
Part 1: The KIDO Compound
While town is only two and a half miles away, the KIDO project is located in dense forest. (There are absolutely gorgeous views from the property.) Because of the sixteen dogs at KIDO, it is understandable why they chose a location in the middle of the woods. But for volunteers, it quickly makes you feel isolated, especially if you are alone, because you cannot leave the property if you are alone. When the leaders offered trips to town (mentioning it in advance), the departure time itself was often decided last minute-- making it difficult to make day plans-- and only at their convenience. The alternative was to ask our turtle guide for a ride (who lived 20 minutes away) or walk 1.5 miles to the bus stop, get a bus to town, take the bus back, and walk 1.5 miles uphill with groceries. This sounds fine but I assure you, walking with 4 grocery bags in 90 degree weather uphill before a 9 hour patrol really bites. Speaking of biting, the KIDO compound is the Carriacou mosquito breeding ground. I’m still confused why there are significantly less mosquitos once you step off the property, but all I know is that all natural mosquito repellent is a joke. While I practically bathed myself in a five star rated lemon eucalyptus spray for the first two days, I still acquired over 200 mosquito bites on my legs alone in the first few days and nearly went insane. Yes, body composition plays a role in this, but I know I’m not the only one who found it unbearable.
Part 2: The Jungle Bungle
This is a GREAT option if you are really into coexisting with nature and don’t mind cleaning feces multiple times a day. It is not dorm style living: it is an open bungalow that has a main door, two bedrooms with doors, a kitchen, and a living room (which are open to the outside). Because of the design of the house, the kitchen and living room are elevated in the canopy of the trees: the trees act as ladders for critters. I am all for roughing it-- after all, I have grown up camping, living eco friendly, and going on outback excursions. While I did not expect any kind of luxury, I simply felt misinformed: eco friendly and open housing are not synonymous.
Some of the returning critters are rats, opossums, bats, iguanas, lizards, six inch grasshoppers, and mammoth sized moths. Because of the critter population, the leaders suggest hiding the food in the cabinets so the animals don’t feast on it; while they still manage to eat the food in the cabinets, they also loved to feast on trash absent of food-- tin foil was a hit-- sunglass cases, and book bags. This became problematic, not only because of the food feasting, but they would run all over dishes, silverware, clothes, etc.-- making the house and your belongings a personal litter box. Beyond the obvious fact that it is extremely unsanitary, there is no way to completely control the situation because the animals will always be able to invade the house.
Furthermore, the directors insist that you don’t lock doors. Although the remote location provides some aspect of comfort, I don’t think I should be told to feel safe. (See Pt. 3, Bullet #1.) As we practiced their diver call system before leaving to inform them of where we were going, there were multiple times that the directors left the property without telling us their whereabouts-- once when we were seeking help and their phone went unanswered.
Part 3: Directors
Bluntly, I was gobsmacked at the abundance of inappropriate behavior displayed to me. As a nineteen year old girl, alone at times, I was extremely uncomfortable by one of the leader's remarks. Even after my fellow volunteer and I expressed our discomfort, we were told it was “just his ‘personality;’ rape, sex, and drugs are a part of life so [we] shouldn’t feel uncomfortable when he talks about them.” While I understand the someone's inability to change his “personality,” I would have felt better had she-- a director of the program-- taken our concerns and discomfort more seriously and understood why we felt he was inappropriate.
It would be one thing if you could interject the ramble to express your feelings, but the authoritative spiels left you vulnerable to whatever came out of his mouth, despite your discomfort. I do not think a seventy year old should be talking about sex with twenty year olds daily. Here are a few snippets:
Before my arrival, my parents dutifully inquired on the safety of the program and felt assured after emailing that it was a safe program. My parents also expressed their concern for me being alone with a male guide all night and requested I always be with another volunteer.
Three hours into my stay, one of the leaders told me about a past volunteer who was raped by a guide on patrol. Three hours into my stay, I wasn’t sure if I should catch the afternoon ferry home. Alone in the middle of an isolated island, surrounded by complete strangers, I felt quite uneasy.
The next day, one of the leaders told me I was scheduled to start patrolling the following night (alone with the guide), yet acted shocked that I was uncomfortable with the arrangement and wanted to wait until the other volunteer arrived. Even though the schedule was ultimately changed to accommodate, it shouldn’t have even been up for debate.
2. There were constantly random sexual comments:
A ten minute rant was centered around a girl who posted a picture of the lasagna she made for dinner and his belief that something about it was deeply sexual and she posted it because she lacked a sex life.
On a day trip to Paradise Beach, before leaving, he told us about the three volunteers who went there, were drugged and left on a sidewalk for three days, then were coaxed into a brothel by a man at the beach. (Why didn’t KIDO look for them if they were missing for three days? I still don’t know.)
While telling me about his trip to New York City, he said he “saw how the men would walk down the street with their heads hanging low, hands in their pockets-- probably masturbating.” Um?
How people on the island practice beastiality.
While speculating on how some people don’t like KIDO, he said “people often say that we don’t even have sex-- we do! But only if it’s kinky.”
While I wore a dress to town, he told me that I was asking for men to heckle me because I looked like a “little Easter bunny.”
In summary: I don’t really care what kind of personality you have, but as a director of an organization, there should be some fundamental filter for what comes out of your mouth. I really never wanted to hear about the KIDO sex life and how lasagna pictures are posted out of lust.
3. While my roommate expressed frustration about something, one of the leaders told her he would only allow her to complain because she “must be on [her] period.” Some kind of sexist rubbish, if ya’ ask me.
4. I don’t know where the leader felt he gained the authority to remove my water bottle from my possession while I was holding and drinking it because he thought it displayed that I’m “insecure and the water bottle serves as my safety barrier.” I don’t feel the need to elaborate on why this is inappropriate.
By the end of week three, my roommate and I found the situation unbearable and ended up moving into a local hotel for the rest of our stay. Although we continued to patrol for the organization, after our night off, the directors would tell us about how “six turtles came” but poachers killed them because we weren’t patrolling. (I question the validity because we never saw more than two turtles in one night...) Although the claim seems far fetched, I still fail to see the point in telling us that when it would clearly upset us.
After patrolling over 180+ hours for the organization, their failure to send me off at the ferry or thank me for my help perfectly epitomizes the level of respect the volunteers, in my experience, receive at this program.
Quite frankly, the behavior displayed to me was inexcusable. This was my experience with the program and I do not feel the need to justify or defend how I felt about it, despite any response to my review. I am not saying that someone should not attend this program, I am just saying they should consider the possibility that it could fall short of the glowing recommendations that others made-- bearing in mind the experience I had. Clearly not everyone has the same experience, but I know I am not the only one who had a negative experience with the program.
Response from YWF-Kido Foundation
Chloe arrived before Cassie to volunteer for KIDO Nesting Sea Turtle Monitoring program 2017 and in the beginning she seemed a diligent person, though pretty childish.
She reported that she had a weird panic-attack in her room one night, after taking one dose of Benadryl for mosquito bites – she said that she went to bed forgetting to put on the fan –which keeps mosquitos off- waking up not knowing where she was in the dark and somehow, in her panicky state, she managed to break one of her bedroom top glass window slats, slightly wounding her hand. She had not informed us until the next morning after she had already communicated with her mom in the US via Skype (we live in a different bungalow 100 feet away) and she agreed to get rid of the leftover Benadryl drugs!
We purchased for Chloe mosquito repellent, sold in the local pharmacy ( DEET is banned by sea turtle conservation organizations working towards not destroying sea turtles, eggs and developing embryos with chemical poison) and, when asked, she said that this product was working well.
The real trouble started when Cassie arrived. We noticed right away her fleeting attention span of 2 seconds and Chloe began to fall in the same pattern of her roommate. Within few days we knew that we were dealing with two young ladies with the emotional intelligence level of 8 year olds. Cassie was playing the leader and Chloe the foot soldier, revealing her gregarious personality. We still had some hope that Chloe would have a mind of her own and we told her in private several times to be in charge, not to follow passively every one of Cassie’s decisions because her newly acquainted ‘friend’ could lead her into trouble. She said to us: ‘Yes, I already gathered that’… but in reality she did the opposite.
No matter the amount of training we did on nesting turtle beach procedures/protocol and personal safety on the field, as guests in a foreign country and representing KIDO in the eyes of public opinion, both girls got it all wrong… as became painfully obvious to us later on.
We need to underline here that KIDO is our home and a safe haven for guests, our isolated location keeps away human intruders and our dogs (RESCUED from puppy mills, abandonment and starvation) thank us back by guaranteeing the safety of the property.
Unfortunately, these two young ladies (not minors) twisted and distorted in their mind the reality around them, helped by their fervid imagination (close to hallucination), irrational fears to their own convenience.
Their two posts reveal a mixture of misunderstanding, misrepresentation, false perception of their surroundings, willful ignorance of social issues and, of course, lies.
Could Chloe’s fixation on sex related issues come from melting together in her brain of topics discussed about safety? (by the way, NOBODY took away the water bottle from Chloe!). How can she otherwise misinterpret serious instructions about precautions and safety behavior in order to protect them when on their own with talks 'about' sex? Either her mind had already a fixation/problem about this or she simply refuses to enter the information in her own mind, twisting meanings and words out of context.
The two never managed to patrol the beaches with our turtle guide/volunteer body guard for 5 days in a row (as required and agreed upon) and the total hours Chloe’s claimed to volunteer were much less, because either they were tired or booked other engagements for visiting the surrounding islets, going to evening party/events, etc…
They were tired because they did not get enough sleep during the day since every morning they were hiking down and up of 1/2 mile of trail to reach a beautiful secluded sandy beach nearby our Station to get a tan, a main focus of their stay at Kido. In fact, Cassie (the spokesperson of the two) told us that they could not avoid to go to this beach every day, instead of resting, as we were suggesting, and that her aim was to become ‘blond, thin and tanned’. Sadly, Chloe followed her.
We also found out, after they left, that the two were also not eating sufficient food because they wanted to be slimmer/ skinnier! This is not a crime but when you are participating in a rigorous conservation program that is physically demanding this can provide additional concerns, increased health risks and mental instability. Both needed to be more observant of their surroundings, about their intentions for participating in this program and more personally aware/ responsible for their own wellbeing. Malnutrition, dehydration and overexertion can be fatal in a program such as this easily turning a tiny slip/ trip into a terrible accident halting all monitoring efforts for the night or possibly much longer than that.
Carriacou is one of the safest social environments we have ever known, people are friendly and helpful when you are in need, but, as elsewhere in the world, one encounter with a rogue person with bad intentions can really spoil your stay, get you into a dangerous situation and possibly ruin your life. This is why, looking at these two unaware, unconcerned, living in their own bubble, overaged teenagers, we were worried about their safety when they decided to wander alone out of our station; this is why we encouraged our local guide to accompany them as much as possible, even outside patrol time. An extra responsibility to help ensure their safety and wellbeing outside of his normal responsibilities to be their bodyguard during turtle patrol time. He accepted, though he has a family of his own (wife and two children). They did not need to call him to go to town for groceries, they came with us, except one day when we could not go in the afternoon and we asked them to come with us in the morning… but their priority was already set, in the morning they were to go to the secluded beach to swim and get tanned. Note that KIDO station has a 100 steps stone path leading to KIDO bay, where you can safely swim, a 5 minute walk… but, ouch, this is not a sandy but a stony beach!… and from KIDO to the nearest village, where there is a bus stop to town, it is a 10 minute walk, less than a ¼ of a mile (check Google map). There volunteers can take a bus for 3 EC or 1$ USD the remainder of the trip into Hillsborough to do any shopping they may need.
We delivered them a clean house and they left this house, where they were living for approximately two weeks, as a dump! Lacking the skills for basic cleaning, they put the blame on wildlife wandering in the house: house geckos, a standard feature in Caribbean homes (no more than a few inches long), were suddenly transformed by their imagination into iguanas (at least 3 feet long)! ‘Mammoth’ moths (not larger that the palm of a hand) were suddenly the target of irrational fear and rats/mice… right. Why these creatures ‘invaded’ the house?... Well, we discovered, with disgust, after they left, that Chloe and Cassie (or one of them) were throwing out of the kitchen window leftover food, vegetable and fruits peels and seeds, etc… against our precise instructions to store all the food supply in the fridge and give the leftovers to the dozens of wild land tortoises in the bush, but away from the house.
No wonder that this uncivilized procedure attracted 'unwanted' guests!
Precautionary tales that escaped their twitter attention span range possibly? and here we can break the news that the animals are never to blame for infestation. The people that leave leftover food outside of their tent while camping are to blame for attracting the unwanted attention. If there were perhaps bears in these woods like at many other camping destinations up in North America or other parts of the world maybe our requests to place biodegradable edible remains away from your residence would not have been so easily overlooked.
The ‘unsanitary’ resulting conditions were therefore the results of the inability of Cassie and Chloe to cope with basic cleaning. By the way, our present volunteer keeps a spotless house (the same) and we receive not one complaint about wildlife intruding in the house.
Finally, and most important, the report from the field was damning. Cassie and Chloe tried, with their selfish and egocentric behavior, to jeopardize our turtle conservation program by not following our specific instructions:
-shining the bright headlamp lights all over the beach and the sea, scaring off would-be-nesting turtles (this is why when the patrol team was not on the beach the turtles were coming, happy to find a quiet and dark spot to nest);
-not willing to patrol the beach at the scheduled time, at least every hour, especially Chloe (because of course they were too tired);
-having TANTRUMS and RAGE FITS at the slightest criticism (Cassie) while collecting data and when a turtle was nesting, therefore obliging our guide to stop his monitoring work to deal with this nonsense, therefore disturbing the nesting process;
-never assisting our guide erasing turtle nest and tracks, a necessary tiring task to camouflage the nest so morning poachers could not locate them.
-refusing to monitor in the early morning two smaller beaches (as agreed upon) to erase turtle tracks against poaching… because, again, they were too tired! So, since one of these nesting beaches was precisely the same where our deflated tire ladies hiked to to get suntanned in the day, they were literally ignoring patrolling for nesting tracks while being there for hours on end..
So much for loving turtles!
Worst of all we had been told (after they left) that these two young ladies asked our guide if they could bring two newly acquainted local guys to the beach in the night with them to watch turtles. Our guide, who could not really know how to deal with their above mentioned breaking rule behaviors, this time said a firmly NO, because he knows very well KIDO’s first rule that is we do not bring unaffiliated guests to patrol at night unless it is agreed upon firstly with the KIDO Foundation directors specifically. We cannot stress to our volunteers enough that YOU NEVER TELL OTHER PEOPLE WHAT YOU ARE HERE FOR , WHAT YOU ARE DOING, WHERE AND WHEN YOU GO TO THE BEACH (unless you are introduced by the directors to particular persons such as biologists/ volunteers or project assistants), especially as you venture around the island for sightseeing, grocery shopping and other events/ activities where the KIDO directors are not present with you.
So Cassie and Chloe were talking freely to male strangers about what they were doing, where and when.
Unless we introduce the volunteers personally to friends and trustworthy persons, the volunteers cannot possibly know who to trust in a new foreign social context. These guys they met on the street or events/parties ask to come to the beach for two reasons, either to poach turtle eggs when the patrol team is gone or because they are attracted to the female volunteers. So, once again, these two ‘volunteers’ broke our rules and acted in a very foolish way, jeopardizing our conservation work and placing themselves in a possibly dangerous situation. The guide reported that he knew that one of the fellows was not a good person to bring around at night.
Just this breach of trust would had been a very serious reason, if we had known in time, to expel Cassie and Chloe from KIDO and the beach monitoring task.
And they have the gall to ask why we did not thank them for their ‘volunteer’ time? Why we did not go to say goodbye when they were leaving?
There was also another incident involving local guys. After one day spent in the South of the island on another tourist advertised beach, on a Sunday, while waiting for a bus, they asked almost everyone with a car passing by to get a ride to KIDO. They call us while we were out in the North of the island on an educational field trip with children. We told them to wait in town for us, once our field trip was over. In the end they got a bus ride, but the result of their ‘advertising’ their stay location was that two guys with a taxi car appeared at KIDO gate next morning clearly looking for the two girls while they were going to their preferred secluded beach. This had never occurred before given the difficult dirt road to reach the forested property of KIDO. After 27 years we can tie the dots alright and pretty quickly detect fibbles, especially late teenage fibbles.
We do not need these kind of ‘volunteers’, they do not have the faintest idea what volunteering means and have no interest in learning important facts of life that do not fit in their bubble or know-it-all mindset.
Sadly, they lie to themselves, to their parents and then to us. We suspect that in reality their claimed ‘interest on turtles’ was just an excuse to have a cheap holiday, dressed up with a little conservation work adapted to their conveniences (that turned to be destructive for nesting turtles and for KIDO conservation work), have a good time and meet guys. They would build up a ‘good’ excuse for their parents and for us in order to leave the KIDO compound and roam freely around the island out of our guidance. By the way, one last little gem of a sentence from Cassie, who, after she watched online the photo of our RA due to arrive in June, she exclaimed: ‘How cute! I wish I could stay longer at KIDO to meet this guy!’. So, suddenly all the ‘horrible living condition at KIDO’ disappeared as long as she could meet our Research Assistant. Is this not also a sexist remark?
Suggestion for their parents: Cassie and Chloe are a liability for an organization like ours trying to preserve our precious environment and wildlife and they could get into trouble easily in a foreign environment. Please keep a watchful eye on them, verify if what they tell you is the truth or keep them home, if you can. They have not fledged yet!
For future volunteers: we had dozens of really great volunteers at KIDO, some returning year after year, dedicated to save our endangered species and we thank them from the bottom of our heart for their efforts and taking their time to help us, but, if the priority of volunteers-to-be is not the conservation of sea turtles, but just having a good time, please stay home or book in a five-star hotel, if you can afford it. Do not waste our time and jeopardize our program. Thank you!
PS: we apologize for the late response, but we have important conservation work to do here that needs attending.