It
is almost 50 years since I was last there and then, while never really a sea,
Aral was still the fourth largest lake in the world. My memories are of great clouds
of seabirds, almost blotting out the sun, the smell of fish being landed on the
quays of the busy little port of Moynaq, the dark blue waters stretching to the
horizon.
In
the half century since the Aral has suffered what United Nations Secretary
General Ban Ki-moon has described as one of the worst environmental disasters
in the planet’s history. It began when water from the two major rivers that
flowed into the sea was diverted by the former Soviet Union for agricultural
projects.
With
a callous disregard for the environment and for those that earned their living
from the Aral, Soviet scientists described the sea as a “natural mistake” which
would eventually dry up through evaporation anyway, apparently ignoring the
geological evidence that it had been around for at least five million years.
As
a result Moynaq now sits on the edge of a dry, dusty desert, rusting remains of
fishing boats and decrepit piers the only evidence that water once flowed
there.
Ask
the locals where the water is now and estimates vary from 60 kilometres to 150 kilometres
somewhere out on the salt flats. No one really knows and no one wants to find
out as a trudge across this barren moonscape, especially in the heat of summer,
would be dangerous, if not deadly.
The
wind whips a light dusting of salt into the air; when it blows harder the dust
ends up on what agricultural land survives, poisoning it. The infant mortality
rate is the highest in Uzbekistan and diseases such as cancer, tuberculosis and
hepatitis are rife.
The
Soviets are gone, but their legacy remains. The Aral Sea is now about 10 per
cent of its original size and has split into a series of tiny stretches of
water, some of them hardly more than large ponds.
In
the north the Kazakhs, with help from the World Bank, are attempting some
remediation with limited success, but Uzbekistan has simply continued Soviet
irrigation practices to feed its cotton crops.
There
is an organisation called the International Fund for Saving the Aral Sea, but
its efforts are concentrated in the north where there is some motivation for
the work. In the south all is despair and hopelessness.
Perhaps
it would have been better not to have returned.
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