I met my first mangroves in Mexico. Snorkeling through them was enchanting, their roots
like watery arms. It was love at first sight for me. A few days ago I spent hours in
the Bali mangrove forest at the southern end of the island. They still enchant,
as you can see.
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Causeway built close across from the mangrove forest |
There are organizations here that strive to educate people about the mangroves and build community support for mangrove clean up and well-being. Change is slow, but persistent, like waves on rocks.
These Indonesian students visiting Bali’s mangrove forest were a delight to meet.
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Students from Irian Jaya Polytechnic School |
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