Vol 17 No 1 - January, 2007

 

 


 



Dennis in Ecuador with Tillandsia superba in happier days.
(Younger and thinner days too!)

 The ‘good ol’ days’ of collecting weren’t 50 or more years in the past, but rather they ended only a couple of years ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that recent times had any comparison to the great age of exploration during the last two centuries, ending perhaps sometime after WWll. This was indeed a great time to be a plant explorer and those of us who came along later have always cast a nostalgic eye back to the time when exploration and collecting was considered a noble pursuit to be encouraged and was relatively unencumbered by bureaucracy. Our time came long after most of the world was relatively well known and only small pockets of wilderness were left to really explore and discover. The benefit of easy and fast access to remote regions, far faster and easier than our predecessors had it, was a great advantage for us. Though increasing turmoil across the globe existed, the persistent and clever collector could negotiate the tangle of red tape and turn the corrupt nature of many third world governments to our advantage.

 So what really changed in the past couple of years to ‘end’ the official ‘good ol’ days’ of collecting? A U.S. law, long on the books but rarely enforced, was finally implemented in earnest. The law, simply put, is that any plant entering the U.S. has to be accompanied by a phytosanitary certificate or ‘health statement’ issued by the country of origin. In years past, though the law was on the books, it was rarely enforced and was generally waived for any plants that were ‘hand carried’ or brought into this country inside of luggage traveling with the importer. That our agricultural department would trust the inspection of any third world country by accepting a paper stating the plants were clean, was absurd, so they waived this in favor of a thorough inspection at the port of entry. But, with the changing climate and attitude about collecting in general, the law written to assure that plants imported were disease free, was applied as a roadblock to collectors. Anyone dealing with plant importing can tell you that, though not impossible, it is next to impossible to obtain the required documents from most countries. So, by requiring this certificate, they were in effect able to stop most personal imports.               

  Some of you reading this are probably saying ‘thank goodness’ for this and you may feel that collecting should have been banned a long time ago anyway. Maybe so, but I remain unconvinced. At least in recent times, most plants ‘discovered’ for science and introduced to cultivation were found by amateur collectors. Amateur in that we are as a group not professionally trained scientifically and do not operate under the auspices of any official organization or government. Entrepreneurs and private collectors have explored many areas of the world looking for specimens for their collections or for introduction to horticulture.

 
  At our own expense we have traveled the world and spent thousands of man hours, risking injury, financial ruin or sometimes imprisonment in order to obtain that precious ‘new’ variety. On the way a wealth of information and specimens has been gathered by the collectors and donated to various institutions across the globe. Some few amateurs are also highly motivated and have done follow-up research and have described new species on their own. Data we gather has expanded the base of knowledge for many species and in some cases documents the status and sometimes the demise of plant populations. In short, there is more going on than just collecting for profit. Profit is good too, though elusive in this business.

  Not discounting the fact that there are ‘bad eggs’ out there who have over-collected some species and have damaged populations or destroyed personal property or worse. After 35 years of being ‘out amongst them’ I can say that this behavior is very rare. Most of the time a collecting trip went something like this: Weeks of planning and purchasing supplies and travel fare, sometimes at considerable expense. Anywhere from a week to six weeks taken to do the trip. Living abroad in sometimes less-than-appealing lodgings and eating unfamiliar foods, exposure to health risks, harassment by police and other officials, regardless of your intent and arranging local travel to the area you wish to explore. Expenses for rental vehicles, hotels, food and travel, not to mention the almost universal ‘mordida’ or bribe system can be substantial. Exiting the country is always a gut-wrenching journey as any single ‘official’ can ruin your entire trip while enforcing a genuine law or fishing for a payoff. After that though, it was all down hill. Arriving at the U.S. port of entry you were shuttled into the system of inspections and paperwork. Assuming you had no species protected by CITES or other treaties, and that your material was found to be clean, you were released to finish your journey home. Arriving with your plants you had to rush to unpack and care for them to assure that they did not succumb from the trip. With luck, you end up with over half of your items alive and well and that some were in fact worth all the effort and considerable expense. So what do you do with the plants then, sell them? Not on your life! If you are lucky, each specimen surviving the trip may have cost you less than $100 each. Most of the time the plants are used to propagate or for hybrid parents to make more or potentially different plants for future sales.

  Some of you may find this a little hard to swallow, $100 per plant? Come on! Really, it can run that high or more. That is not to say that we NEVER have sold plants imported in this fashion. Years ago, most especially, when things were cheaper and imported plants were in higher demand, and there were few limits on how much we could bring back, we would often take a few cases of re-sellable plants to help defray the cost of the trip. However in later years, this had become difficult due to increasing restrictions and expense. So how may plants have we collected in our 35 years of travel? We could never be sure, but we recently were speculating. Standing in one of our smaller greenhouses, at about 3,000 square feet, we imagined that in 35 years we likely would have not brought in enough collected plants to fill even that much space. However, we have over six acres of indoor space and we also speculated that that would be insufficient to hold all the plants we have produced from the collections we have made. Do you see a benefit here? Some will, some won’t.

 To avoid boredom I will not go further into the reasons we feel that we are not part of the problem, but rather are at least harmless if not in fact a benefit to the preservation of plant species. Only one more point: One can easily read that the tropical forests of the world are disappearing at an alarming rate, something like a football field size plot per second! None of this is the result of collecting. Go to any intact habitat, even one that has been periodically visited by collectors and you will see little evidence of colleting or notice any less flora. ‘Nuff said.

  So now let me regress a little and recount some of the happier times of doing what we loved the most…collecting! Any collector should readily admit that their chosen pastime is highly addictive. Why? I can’t say. Maybe it’s the thrill of adventure or the love of nature and travel. Perhaps it’s the adrenaline rush of discovery, risk, or facing the unknown. I don’t know the answer, but the feeling is real. Avid collectors only just exist between trips; when they feel really alive. So where to begin? The trips were many and experiences legion. Maybe we’ll approach a trip step by step.

There is nothing glamorous about planning a trip and in fact we tend to put off most of it until the very end. Somehow, ‘best laid plans’ have a way of unraveling, something that many others before us could attest to. Travel companions were always a big factor for me. Basically I didn’t trust anyone and often traveled solo. Those that I did ultimately take along were chosen carefully and often became frequent companions. Those that need pampering, special conditions and those afraid of strange people, animals, dirt, danger and darkness I simply would not consider.


The alternative?

I have never had a bad travel companion and never had to resort to my promise to ‘leave their carcass in the jungle’ if they didn’t pan out well. In fact, though I have traveled with few people over many years, all were pretty good field companions. My all time favorite though, was my late, great friend Wally Berg. (Sorry Linda!) Wally was to me kind of unlikely, and in fact started out a little dicey. He was the ‘nice guy’ sort, meticulous, older than me, and an ex hardware salesman with little experience ‘roughing it’.

  On our first trip, the first night in Ecuador, Wally hyperventilated in the thin atmosphere of Quito while climbing stairs to our room, and passed out! The next days revealed that he was not a big fan of the narrow dirt roads with precipitous drops into bottomless canyons that we had to travel on. ‘White knuckles’ pretty much describes his demeanor as he rode with his back to the door so he couldn’t see the cliff edge. Later in the trip we had to climb a steep slope to reach a cliff covered with Tillandsias, about 500 yards from the road. It was blistering hot in a desert atmosphere and Wally made the trip back to the car several times with specimens or equipment. The heat reflecting off the cliff was relentless and soon enough Wally got woozy and passed out. Heatstroke! Not a laughing matter, especially in the wilderness. I got him revived and all was okay, and aside from these ‘little’ things, he really did okay on the trip. The big surprise came when on the way back home all he could talk about is what he would do different the ‘next trip!’ Of course there was a next trip and many, many more to quite a few countries. Wally ended up being my best ever traveling companion; fearless in the face of danger; able to eat the inedible, endlessly enthusiastic and willing to do whatever was required. We slept on the ground, in Indian huts, in ‘houses of ill repute’ on boats, in hammocks and many times in the truck. Together we were occasionally injured, lost, assaulted and stranded. We became pretty good mechanics repairing our vehicles from time to time, could find food or lodging anywhere and made many, many friends and a few enemies on our travels.


Linda in tectorum heaven.

Winging it makes it easy to change plans and keeps you flexible in the of face inevitable obstacles. So you arranged for a car and find there is none. Plan ‘B’, you rent one from a citizen or hire a car and driver, take a bus, horse, boat or walk. You find that the local military or police are not letting any foreigners pass without a hassle; you prepare gifts of candy, food, clothes and rarely, money. After all, money is what they want. Once it became apparent that we would not be allowed to pass a certain checkpoint with any collected plants, so we hired a cab to carry them in the trunk and deposit them in a hotel for us to pick up later, while we passed with an empty car. In fact we frequently rented hotel rooms for storage. The people were always suspicious why we would want to pay for a room and not sleep there. We usually had to show them what we needed it for and make up some story to satisfy them. Once we were caught with a car full of plants, poking out the windows and piled high, in a place we did not expect an inspection. They were ready to take us away and take the plants for sure when we explained that we were going to feed them to cattle. That satisfied them and they let us pass. We learned never to tell anyone that the plants were for scientific use or export and never to use anything but the local name for them, such as ‘parasitos’. ‘Orquideas’ was usually the first word out of their mouths and we would quickly explain that these were not orchids or anything valuable at all. Orchids would insure that a heavy mordia would have to be paid.

Travel in ‘third world’ countries (I dislike this term, but it paints a picture) can be a real adventure and test of your constitution. When I travel with Linda, she is always struck by poverty  and  it disturbs her greatly.  She started giving out clothing and unused or leftover

supplies on our trips, something that we continued and expanded on over the years. In fact, Wally brought it to a fine art. Simply staying healthy can be a challenge,   especially when you do not know what is safe to eat or drink, where it is safe to stay or travel and what things are going on that could affect you. It’s always disconcerting to learn that you just spent the day collecting happily in an area where a rebellion was going on and that you are lucky to be alive. Just driving on the roads can be a challenge. We found that there are some that are periodically changed to one-way traffic, without your knowing. It’s hard to describe the thrill of speeding down a mountain road and meeting traffic approaching in your lane! Not to mention driving just about anywhere at night, when donkeys and cattle use the roads for a bed. In some countries it is a local custom to drive without your headlights on at night! I don’t know if it’s a macho thing or just a misguided attempt to save fuel, but it can give you quite a rush when some giant bus or tuck with lights out whizzes past you from behind or suddenly turns on their lights just as they approach you in the darkness.

  Hotels, as such, are sometimes pretty hard to find and we sometimes resort to staying with families or in pensiones that offer a bed in a community room where you basically sleep with strangers. This is not our favorite and we often opt for passing the night in the vehicle or on the ground. Luckily we have never encountered bed bugs, but did get a couple of persistent foot infections along the way. Security is basically non-existent and in fact door locks or even doors are often absent. Not to mention electricity or sanitary facilities. Without getting too morbid, I can only say that using the woods is often a preferred option. We have stayed in some pretty rough places, populated by miners, military, truckers, trappers and the like. These guys tend to be a bit ‘unrefined’ you might say and showing any weakness is done so at your own peril. The open display of weapons and crude behavior is a way of life. No place for the squeamish.

Wholesome food is not too big a problem in spite of the general lack of refrigeration in many places. Most food is well cooked and eaten fresh, healthful, even if unappetizing. Water on the other hand can be a challenge. Even in some cities, pure water is scarce and drinking bottled water is the way of choice…nowadays. Much more than ten years ago though, bottled water was rare and one had to either purify by boiling, treating with chemicals or just hope for the best. The latter we usually resorted to after the first few days and so did the next best thing: We tend to drink a liberal amount of rum or other alcoholic beverages to help kill any ingested bugs. This probably doesn’t really work, but definitely helps take your mind off the problem. Occasionally we miscalculated our ‘dosage’ of this kind of preventative medicine and ended up in a near coma or a painful fog for a while. Bathing in a cold mountain stream helps with recovery.

  All the hardship and trials are worth it though when you are finally out in the wilds with nothing between you and nature but crystal clean air. It is not unusual to travel for hours without saying a word, just engrossed in the beauty of it all. Letting your eyes scan every rock and tree for the glimpse of a new plant is tiring and requires full attention. When something is spotted, whether from a moving car or from on foot, one often immediately shouts with glee and everything comes to a halt while you attempt to collect or scan the area for specimens. Actually collecting a specimen is more than gratifying and collectors are prone to do silly things for the opportunity. Having spotted a specimen, say one out on the limb of a tree overhanging a cliff, it takes superhuman effort to resist crawling out there, ignoring all peril, without first looking for another, easier to reach specimen. It’s as though the thing will get away if you don’t act quickly.
 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Bob Spivey with helper.

More likely you will come to your senses and leave it alone if you take time to think about it! Risking one’s life and health to collect even a common plant is not all that rare. Once the adrenaline starts flowing, all reason goes out the window. At the time, climbing steep cliffs, up impossibly high trees, swimming rivers or braving a herd of cattle to reach a tree in a pasture seems perfectly reasonable. Specimens secured and the trip winding down, you head reluctantly back to the city to prepare for the journey home. From many trips we have distilled our procedures to make things go smoother. Assuming we were able to get our collections back to the city, by sneaking them past checkpoints late at night, bribing some corrupt official or paying a local to carry them for us, we would then be faced with the job of cleaning and packing our collection. Having left our suitcases at a hotel during our trip, along with some clean travel clothes, we have only to find a place to do the work. We used to take everything outside the city to prepare it out of the way of prying eyes. Later and bolder, we would sometimes rent the space of a car or two in a parking lot down town and work there. The best way though, we found, was to do it right in the hotel room and pay the help for the extra work of cleaning up after us. Keeps us cool and safe and makes the help happy too. After cleaning and reducing the collection, we pack it carefully in the suitcases. A covering of dirty clothing with some pieces left discretely hanging out, finishes the job. A $20 tip could get the plants past the scales and onto the flight and us on our way in no time….20 years ago. More recently we had to reduce the plants to a bare few, in two bags each, and hope they didn’t find them. With newer scanning, sometimes we weren’t so lucky so had to do a lot of explaining. Sometimes a little mordida and lots of ‘yes sirs’ and ‘we didn’t knows’ would do the trick and sometimes not, but I can say that we never lost a collection altogether. This all sounds pretty ‘dirty’ to some people and in some ways it was, but lacking any other more acceptable way, it was our only option.

  Sure, collectors can be a little crazy, but before you pass judgment, think of all the plants you enjoy that are not native to your area. Lots of them, right? Well, all of them, or their hybrid parents, had to come from somewhere where some collector may have risked all to get it. But this may all be moot now. With the new laws in effect the days of rogue collectors are pretty much in the past. It was a good ride and we have no regrets. Too bad all the new laws are doing nothing to stop the habitat destruction. I’ll take the good ol’ days anytime!

 


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