
A last glimpse inside the world's vanishing cave societies
Nearly a decade ago, documentary photographer and National Geographic Explorer Tamara Merino was driving a camper van through the hot and seemingly desolate expanse of Australia's Simpson Desert, when one of her tires blew out. The nearly 70,000 square miles of barren red dunes are not a place you want to have car trouble; summer temperatures push into the 120s, and water is scarce. Merino coaxed her van down the road and began to see signs of a town. But there was no one in sight, and the few buildings felt abandoned. Wandering the streets, she spotted a rudimentary metal cross on a hilltop. She scrambled up to take a look and found that a wide courtyard opened up below, forming the facade of an underground Orthodox church. There are some 2,000 cave homes in the hills of Guadix, in southern Spain. Once used by the Moors to avoid religious persecution, they now house a community of over 3,000 people—one of the largest cave settlements in Europe.
Merino soon discovered that she was in an opal mining outpost called Coober Pedy. After a gold prospector discovered an opal in the area in 1915, miners flocked to the region to cash in. When soldiers returning from World War I joined the craze, they began living in dugouts excavated from the hillsides to escape the extreme daytime temperatures. It was a novel idea that stuck, and today much of the community of 2,000 lives underground. 'The people there are so deeply connected to their environment,' Merino says. She stayed for a month, captivated by the unusual way of life.
(See vintage photos of cave dwellings around the world.) A group of polygamist Mormons led by Enoch Foster (center) lives in more than 15 cave homes in Moab, Utah.
The practice of humans living in caves dates back millions of years to when our early African ancestors began taking refuge in underground caverns. Over time they became more than that—as people added rock art and held communal ceremonies, they became homes. After visiting Coober Pedy, Merino realized that in some places this ancient lifestyle still endures. Much of life in Coober Pedy happens underground, including church. In Moab, Utah, the Mormons' homes, blasted out of the sandstone with dynamite 50 years ago, are kitted out with plumbing and electricity.
Exactly how robust these communities are is hard to quantify. In the early 2000s, some 30 to 40 million people lived underground in yaodong homes carved into the hillsides of Shaanxi Province in central China. But according to a 2010 estimate, that number had fallen to around three million as the population urbanized. Some communities have abandoned their subterranean homes entirely. In the 1300s, the Dogon people lived in caves along the Bandiagara cliffs in Mali to escape religious conquests and slave raiders, but over the centuries the threats receded and they abandoned their rocky abodes and moved into villages in the valley. Whatever the tally, it's clear underground living is becoming increasingly rare.
Over the past two years, Merino traveled the world to seek out the remaining practitioners of this dwindling way of life to discover the advantages their enduring tradition provides. 'The subterranean world is a continuous lesson in sustainability and circular economy,' says Pietro Laureano, a climate-focused architect and UNESCO consultant who's studied cave populations. 'It also teaches us a different symbolic relationship with space. Today we have forgotten the importance of the hidden, the unseen, the underground.' And indeed, from a small pocket of Mormon fundamentalists in Utah to a town of more than 3,000 in southern Spain, Merino found that while life in these communities seems more precarious than ever, they have much to teach us about human ingenuity and resilience.
(Thousands of people live in these ancient Spanish caves.) The cave homes in the Sacromonte neighborhood of Granada, Spain, gave birth to flamenco more than 500 years ago. Today dancers such as Almudena Romero Álvarez, 45, perform for tourists in whitewashed grottoes each night. Tocuato Lopez and his family have resided in the Guadix caves for four generations. Part one: The holdouts staying cool as Tunisia heats up
For thousands of years, the Imazighen—also known as Berbers—in southern Tunisia have built their homes by chiseling into the low-slung sandstone hillsides that run through the wide plains of the Sahara. These cave shelters offered a cool escape from the searing heat and harsh desert winds. Then the national government suggested there might be a better way to live. Fatma Haamdi, 73, prepares to take an afternoon nap in her sandstone home in southern Tunisia. Daily surface temperatures rise into the 100s, but the cave stays pleasantly cool.
It all started when Tunisia gained independence from France in 1956 and the new president, Habib Bourguiba, began pushing for the country to modernize, which meant moving cave-dwelling Imazighen into government-built housing aboveground. The people were promised cheap running water and electricity, though many who relocated soon found that wasn't the case. 'They lied to us,' says Slimen Ben Massoud, a 72-year-old who was born in a cave but moved to one of the government settlements in the 1970s. 'They took everything from me and gave me nothing in return.'
Other attempts at relocation have been somewhat more successful. After a flood destroyed many of the homes around Matmata and Haddej in 1969, residents were offered land at nearby New Matmata for three dinars—a dollar—a square meter. For many, it was an offer too good to pass up. Today there's one main road through the town, lined by a string of packed coffee shops, a butcher, and an arcade with a few gaming consoles set up in front of flat-screen televisions. But the town still fails to address the one problem the cave homes solved thousands of years ago: the heat. Tunisia, like much of the rest of the world, is heating up at an alarming rate, and temperatures are expected to rise by as much as 11.7 degrees Fahrenheit by the end of the century.
'You could have brought modernity to our traditions, but you can't do the opposite,' says Ali Kayel, 59, at his empty roadside café, staring out over the moonscape of Haddej, where he was one of more than a thousand people born and raised in the hundreds of cave homes on the valley floor. He remembers how, when he was a child, the smell of food drifted between the caves, which would house two or three families each. People started to move away in the 1970s, and the area has been abandoned since the 1990s. Kayel says that the state never contemplated protecting his way of life, and many of those who moved out of the caves came to regret it. In Matmata, Tunisia, Abdelafidh Krayem and his son take their goats back to a cave in the evening after an hour of grazing. In many cave communities, livestock live comfortably and safely in caverns adjoining a family's living quarters.
Those who have stayed have found clever ways to meld the benefits of their ancient homes with modern living. Eight miles from New Matmata, the Haamdi family live in five rooms dug deep into the sandstone hillside of Beni Aïssa. Their home, one of just a dozen or so still occupied in the town, is accessed via an aboveground brick foyer that bakes in the Saharan sun, but the living areas beyond are comfortable and cool. A complex system of water channels and walkways, engineered over centuries, connects the two dozen homes pocked across the desert. When it rains, the channels flood gardens of palm, almond, and olive trees.
Inside, the Haamdis' house looks much like any other 21st-century Tunisian home. The walls of a small pantry are adorned with shallots and garlic; the floors in the main living areas are lined with pillows and throw rugs. When eldest son Salem, 20, hooks up his phone to a copper antenna, the cave has patchy internet and Leila, 15, the youngest daughter, can record TikTok videos in a whitewashed storeroom. Grandfather Ali, 73, the family's oldest member, was born in the cave and has lost count of how many generations came before him. 'I will never leave here,' he says. Leila and Salem aren't thinking of leaving either; they're making plans to dig further into the porous rock.
(Descending into one of the deepest caves on Earth.) Today we have forgotten the importance of the hidden, the unseen, the underground. Pietro Laureano , cave expert Part two: The tribe preserving a connection to the land in Jordan
The city of Petra was carved into the sandstone cliffs and canyons of the Jordanian desert over 2,000 years ago as the dazzling trading capital of the Nabataean empire. But for more than two centuries, Bedouin have called its labyrinth of catacombs, passageways, and chambers their home. It was a bucolic and pastoral existence—the slopes below the Royal Tomb were used for agriculture, and the tribe herded their goats through the long canyon into the city. Hesen Ali Mohammad Semahin, 70 (at left), Raya Hussein Suliman Semahin, 90 (center), and Raya's granddaughter Tamam Hussein Sallamh Semahin, 12, wait for water to be delivered to their home in a small cave settlement a short walk from Petra's Royal Tomb.
It was the perfect spot until the 1970s, when the Jordanian government made plans to convert the site into an archaeological tourist attraction. King Hussein bin Talal brokered an agreement for the 140 Bedouin families to leave, and officials built towns nearby to house them. 'Essentially, [it] was justified as preservation of the monuments, as well as establishing new employment and subsistence opportunities,' says Mikkel Bille, a professor of ethnology at the University of Copenhagen and author of Being Bedouin Around Petra. By 1985, most of the tribe had vacated the ancient city and Petra was named a World Heritage site. The cave city of Petra, Jordan, was named a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1985 and is visited by hundreds of thousands of tourists each year. Bedouin have lived in this ancient sandstone city for centuries, and despite urging from the government, many don't want to leave.
The Bedouin who remained, some 120 of them, were moved from the main archaeological areas to a peripheral valley, where tribe members have made use of whatever space they could find. What were once Nabataean tombs have become storerooms, and ancient halls now house tractors, pickup trucks, and camels.
Raya Hussein Suliman Semahin was born in the Royal Tomb when her tribe had free rein over Petra. Now age 90, she lives in a row of caves cut into the red rock of the adjoining valley: a kitchen with a wide firepit and blackened walls, a bedroom dimly lit by lights powered from a solar panel, and a wardrobe cave where her clothes and scarves are hung on a string suspended between two juniper tree branches.
On a dusty hilltop several miles from the valley, the government recently built a modern village with the intention of rehoming Petra's remaining residents. Some cave dwellers are ready for a new way of life. Haniyah Suliman Ali Samahin, 37, wants her eight children to be closer to the school and have permanent access to fresh water, which currently trickles out of a tap on the valley floor just once every three or four days.
Others, though, will never leave Petra for a life of concrete and modernity. 'We like the open air,' says 18-year-old Suleman Samahin, 'the nature and the freedom.' As the sun sets, Suleman's mother sits on a stone slab outside her cave home, tending to a fire. Nearby, Suleman and his brothers cook mansaf, a traditional dish of lamb and yogurt, in a sand-filled pit that once held Nabataean wine. When night falls, the family will lie outside on mattresses and animal pelts underneath the stars.
'Taking the Bedouin out of Petra is like taking the spice out of a dish,' says Raya. 'You're left with nothing.' Part three: A home for the homeless in Lesotho
The cave at Ha Kome has always been a place of last resort.
In the early 19th century, a Basotho chief named Kome led his tribe into the Maloti mountains, fleeing a period of war that displaced millions of people throughout southern Africa and led to countless deaths. Kome came across a vast, east-facing cave surrounded by steep valleys and mountainous plateaus and set up camp. The location was 'strategic for security reasons during those times,' says Joshua Chakawa, a senior lecturer in the Department of Historical Studies at the National University of Lesotho. Members of Kome's tribe, he says, were able to shield themselves and, critically, their livestock from the violence. During a period of war 200 years ago, Basotho chief Kome led his tribe to a cave in Lesotho's Maloti mountains to protect them from the violence. They built huts from mud and dung underneath the lip of rock. Most of the tribal descendants now live in a village nearby, but the huts still provide shelter to those in need, like Ntefane Ntefane (at right), who can't afford a village home and is visited here by a passing herder.
Eventually, the tribe built individual homes within the Ha Kome cave, molding six-foot-high domed huts from sticks, mud, and dung before smearing orange clay around the low doorways. Locals dubbed the cave the mahalapane—or palate—imagining it as a huge open mouth. The Ha Kome cave huts in Lesotho don't have electricity, running water, or windows. But they do provide a roof overhead for people like Sebastian Emisang Khuts'oane. Khuts'oane raised his children in a cave home but moved to the nearby village five years ago. Now he uses the cave as a sort of guesthouse and stays there when relatives are in town.
At the turn of the 21st century, 33 of Kome's tribal descendants still lived in the huts beneath the rock. Over the past two decades, nearly everyone has moved to a cinder-block village constructed on the bedrock above the cave, where the homes are basic but provide little comforts like glass windows and are more pleasant than the huts within a cave.
But the mahalapane is still a place of refuge and security for those in need. Ntefane Ntefane, a 41-year-old farmer, can't afford to build a home in the village, so he lives in the cave, sleeping on a bundle of animal skins and washing his clothes in the Phuthiatsana River, which flows past the cave's mouth. He sweeps the dust out of his house with a straw broom and shovels it into a small fire grate, where an old teapot sits over the flames. Inside, he has a few empty candleholders set on a shelf in the corner, and three leather suitcases are stacked beside buckets and washbowls.
Adjacent is Sebastian Khuts'oane, 58, who is using the one-room hut where he raised his children. It's a quick solution to a temporary problem: His daughter-in-law is visiting from South Africa, and he's given her and her family his home in the village.
The men wake each morning with the sunrise, as copper-pink light bathes the rock. The only shade comes from a lekhatsi tree, a variety of wild peach, which, according to local lore, was planted two centuries ago by Kome to ward off lightning strikes. Locals call Ha Kome cave the mahalapane—or palate—picturing the overhanging rock as an enormous open mouth.
Soon Khuts'oane's daughter-in-law will head back to South Africa, and he'll move up to the village. And Ntefane says he'll build a house of his own when he can afford it. Until then, they make do with their home beneath the mahalapane.
(Cave ecosystems thrive in the dark. What happens when tourists light them up?) Part four: The dwelling in Turkey that checks all the boxes
The volcanic landscape of Cappadocia, in central Turkey, has eroded over millennia to form mountain ridges, sandstone valleys, and rows of Gaudiesque cones that the tourism industry likes to call fairy chimneys. Over 4,000 years, humans, too, have carved the porous rock, excavating a warren of caves, tunnels, and passages. Among 205,000 acres of archaeological sites in the region, there are dozens of abandoned underground cities. One, Kaymaklı, is over 4,000 years old and extends eight stories belowground, complete with stables and wine cellars. Another, Derinkuyu, was vast enough to have housed 20,000 people at once. Homes in Turkey's Cappadocia region have been carved from the porous sandstone for thousands of years. Oktay Torun (second from right) and his wife, Hanife (right), have lived in one such dwelling in the town of Ortahisar since they were married four decades ago. But tourism in the area is booming, and many of the Toruns' neighbors have sold their cave homes to developers catering to visitors.
While these larger archaeological treasures haven't been occupied in more than a hundred years, many of the individual homes carved into the area's rocks are still in use. Oktay, 72, and Hanife Torun, 64, have lived in their cave home in the hilltop town of Ortahisar since their wedding day more than four decades ago. They are one of maybe 10 families left living full-time in a cave in all of Cappadocia, and they love it for a simple reason: It satisfies all their needs. The home has plumbing and electricity. The living room stays warm enough in winter, while the adjoining storage room, separated by a thick rock wall, maintains a stable, cool temperature that allows them to eat summer crops all year round. Rows of amphorae hold bulgur and lentils harvested five seasons ago, and walnuts and fresh fruit are stacked on silver trays.
While the Toruns have always seen the value in their cave home, the rest of the world has started to take notice too—nearly five million people visited Cappadocia in 2023. This tourist boom has prompted many locals to convert their cave homes into shops and hotels, and ancient storehouses into underground restaurants and bars. Recently, one of the Toruns' neighbors sold his cave to hotel developers, leaving the couple completely surrounded by tourism projects. Now when they duck into their cave, they're met with the low throb of a drill shaking the floor and trails of fine dust dropping from the ceiling.
(Why the cave cities of Turkey's Cappadocia are best explored on foot.) People have been digging into the soft sandstone in Göreme, Turkey, for centuries, forging homes, churches, and stables. It's now the tourism capital of Cappadocia, and the old homes have been converted into hotels.
Oktay and Hanife's son, Rıfat, 45, grew up playing hide-and-seek in the maze of carved churches and catacombs beneath the family home. Now, like almost everyone here, he works in the hospitality industry, driving visitors from all over the world from one attraction to the next.
The steady advance of tourism in Ortahisar is likely to force the family out before too long. 'If we have to leave, we will sell everything and end up living just like everyone else,' says Hanife, tears welling in her eyes. Many of those who've moved out of the caves around Cappadocia have ended up in the city of Nevşehir, where squat apartment blocks with double-glazed windows and enclosed balconies crowd basketball courts and shops. 'Living in an apartment is like a jail,' says Hanife, as she rushes about her house filling bowls with fruit and vegetables from the storerooms. While she skins a plait of green onions onto a tray, fresh milk from the family's two cows bubbles on a stove to make cheese. 'When I open the door, I need to breathe fresh air and see the valley.'
(This U.S. national park has the world's longest cave system—and an unusual history.) A version of this story appears in the August 2025 issue of National Geographic magazine.
The nonprofit National Geographic Society, committed to illuminating and protecting the wonder of our world, funded the work of National Geographic Explorer and photographer Tamara Merino. Learn more about the Society's support of Explorers.
Based in Santiago, Chile, Tamara Merino photographed cave-dwelling communities in seven countries, including Lesotho and Tunisia, for this story on what she calls 'humanity's first homes.' Her work has also appeared in Time, the New York Times, and Libération.

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For centuries, humans have lived underground. Today, that ancient practice is under dire threat—even as cave life makes more sense than ever. Gabriele Gouellain waits in the kitchen of her subterranean home for her husband to return from the opal mines around Coober Pedy, in South Australia. The town lies deep in the outback, and most residents live in underground dwellings called dugouts to find relief from the region's extreme heat. Photographs by Tamara Merino Nearly a decade ago, documentary photographer and National Geographic Explorer Tamara Merino was driving a camper van through the hot and seemingly desolate expanse of Australia's Simpson Desert, when one of her tires blew out. The nearly 70,000 square miles of barren red dunes are not a place you want to have car trouble; summer temperatures push into the 120s, and water is scarce. Merino coaxed her van down the road and began to see signs of a town. But there was no one in sight, and the few buildings felt abandoned. Wandering the streets, she spotted a rudimentary metal cross on a hilltop. She scrambled up to take a look and found that a wide courtyard opened up below, forming the facade of an underground Orthodox church. There are some 2,000 cave homes in the hills of Guadix, in southern Spain. Once used by the Moors to avoid religious persecution, they now house a community of over 3,000 people—one of the largest cave settlements in Europe. Merino soon discovered that she was in an opal mining outpost called Coober Pedy. After a gold prospector discovered an opal in the area in 1915, miners flocked to the region to cash in. When soldiers returning from World War I joined the craze, they began living in dugouts excavated from the hillsides to escape the extreme daytime temperatures. It was a novel idea that stuck, and today much of the community of 2,000 lives underground. 'The people there are so deeply connected to their environment,' Merino says. She stayed for a month, captivated by the unusual way of life. (See vintage photos of cave dwellings around the world.) A group of polygamist Mormons led by Enoch Foster (center) lives in more than 15 cave homes in Moab, Utah. The practice of humans living in caves dates back millions of years to when our early African ancestors began taking refuge in underground caverns. Over time they became more than that—as people added rock art and held communal ceremonies, they became homes. After visiting Coober Pedy, Merino realized that in some places this ancient lifestyle still endures. Much of life in Coober Pedy happens underground, including church. In Moab, Utah, the Mormons' homes, blasted out of the sandstone with dynamite 50 years ago, are kitted out with plumbing and electricity. Exactly how robust these communities are is hard to quantify. In the early 2000s, some 30 to 40 million people lived underground in yaodong homes carved into the hillsides of Shaanxi Province in central China. But according to a 2010 estimate, that number had fallen to around three million as the population urbanized. Some communities have abandoned their subterranean homes entirely. In the 1300s, the Dogon people lived in caves along the Bandiagara cliffs in Mali to escape religious conquests and slave raiders, but over the centuries the threats receded and they abandoned their rocky abodes and moved into villages in the valley. Whatever the tally, it's clear underground living is becoming increasingly rare. Over the past two years, Merino traveled the world to seek out the remaining practitioners of this dwindling way of life to discover the advantages their enduring tradition provides. 'The subterranean world is a continuous lesson in sustainability and circular economy,' says Pietro Laureano, a climate-focused architect and UNESCO consultant who's studied cave populations. 'It also teaches us a different symbolic relationship with space. Today we have forgotten the importance of the hidden, the unseen, the underground.' And indeed, from a small pocket of Mormon fundamentalists in Utah to a town of more than 3,000 in southern Spain, Merino found that while life in these communities seems more precarious than ever, they have much to teach us about human ingenuity and resilience. (Thousands of people live in these ancient Spanish caves.) The cave homes in the Sacromonte neighborhood of Granada, Spain, gave birth to flamenco more than 500 years ago. Today dancers such as Almudena Romero Álvarez, 45, perform for tourists in whitewashed grottoes each night. Tocuato Lopez and his family have resided in the Guadix caves for four generations. Part one: The holdouts staying cool as Tunisia heats up For thousands of years, the Imazighen—also known as Berbers—in southern Tunisia have built their homes by chiseling into the low-slung sandstone hillsides that run through the wide plains of the Sahara. These cave shelters offered a cool escape from the searing heat and harsh desert winds. Then the national government suggested there might be a better way to live. Fatma Haamdi, 73, prepares to take an afternoon nap in her sandstone home in southern Tunisia. Daily surface temperatures rise into the 100s, but the cave stays pleasantly cool. It all started when Tunisia gained independence from France in 1956 and the new president, Habib Bourguiba, began pushing for the country to modernize, which meant moving cave-dwelling Imazighen into government-built housing aboveground. The people were promised cheap running water and electricity, though many who relocated soon found that wasn't the case. 'They lied to us,' says Slimen Ben Massoud, a 72-year-old who was born in a cave but moved to one of the government settlements in the 1970s. 'They took everything from me and gave me nothing in return.' Other attempts at relocation have been somewhat more successful. After a flood destroyed many of the homes around Matmata and Haddej in 1969, residents were offered land at nearby New Matmata for three dinars—a dollar—a square meter. For many, it was an offer too good to pass up. Today there's one main road through the town, lined by a string of packed coffee shops, a butcher, and an arcade with a few gaming consoles set up in front of flat-screen televisions. But the town still fails to address the one problem the cave homes solved thousands of years ago: the heat. Tunisia, like much of the rest of the world, is heating up at an alarming rate, and temperatures are expected to rise by as much as 11.7 degrees Fahrenheit by the end of the century. 'You could have brought modernity to our traditions, but you can't do the opposite,' says Ali Kayel, 59, at his empty roadside café, staring out over the moonscape of Haddej, where he was one of more than a thousand people born and raised in the hundreds of cave homes on the valley floor. He remembers how, when he was a child, the smell of food drifted between the caves, which would house two or three families each. People started to move away in the 1970s, and the area has been abandoned since the 1990s. Kayel says that the state never contemplated protecting his way of life, and many of those who moved out of the caves came to regret it. In Matmata, Tunisia, Abdelafidh Krayem and his son take their goats back to a cave in the evening after an hour of grazing. In many cave communities, livestock live comfortably and safely in caverns adjoining a family's living quarters. Those who have stayed have found clever ways to meld the benefits of their ancient homes with modern living. Eight miles from New Matmata, the Haamdi family live in five rooms dug deep into the sandstone hillside of Beni Aïssa. Their home, one of just a dozen or so still occupied in the town, is accessed via an aboveground brick foyer that bakes in the Saharan sun, but the living areas beyond are comfortable and cool. A complex system of water channels and walkways, engineered over centuries, connects the two dozen homes pocked across the desert. When it rains, the channels flood gardens of palm, almond, and olive trees. Inside, the Haamdis' house looks much like any other 21st-century Tunisian home. The walls of a small pantry are adorned with shallots and garlic; the floors in the main living areas are lined with pillows and throw rugs. When eldest son Salem, 20, hooks up his phone to a copper antenna, the cave has patchy internet and Leila, 15, the youngest daughter, can record TikTok videos in a whitewashed storeroom. Grandfather Ali, 73, the family's oldest member, was born in the cave and has lost count of how many generations came before him. 'I will never leave here,' he says. Leila and Salem aren't thinking of leaving either; they're making plans to dig further into the porous rock. (Descending into one of the deepest caves on Earth.) Today we have forgotten the importance of the hidden, the unseen, the underground. Pietro Laureano , cave expert Part two: The tribe preserving a connection to the land in Jordan The city of Petra was carved into the sandstone cliffs and canyons of the Jordanian desert over 2,000 years ago as the dazzling trading capital of the Nabataean empire. But for more than two centuries, Bedouin have called its labyrinth of catacombs, passageways, and chambers their home. It was a bucolic and pastoral existence—the slopes below the Royal Tomb were used for agriculture, and the tribe herded their goats through the long canyon into the city. Hesen Ali Mohammad Semahin, 70 (at left), Raya Hussein Suliman Semahin, 90 (center), and Raya's granddaughter Tamam Hussein Sallamh Semahin, 12, wait for water to be delivered to their home in a small cave settlement a short walk from Petra's Royal Tomb. It was the perfect spot until the 1970s, when the Jordanian government made plans to convert the site into an archaeological tourist attraction. King Hussein bin Talal brokered an agreement for the 140 Bedouin families to leave, and officials built towns nearby to house them. 'Essentially, [it] was justified as preservation of the monuments, as well as establishing new employment and subsistence opportunities,' says Mikkel Bille, a professor of ethnology at the University of Copenhagen and author of Being Bedouin Around Petra. By 1985, most of the tribe had vacated the ancient city and Petra was named a World Heritage site. The cave city of Petra, Jordan, was named a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1985 and is visited by hundreds of thousands of tourists each year. Bedouin have lived in this ancient sandstone city for centuries, and despite urging from the government, many don't want to leave. The Bedouin who remained, some 120 of them, were moved from the main archaeological areas to a peripheral valley, where tribe members have made use of whatever space they could find. What were once Nabataean tombs have become storerooms, and ancient halls now house tractors, pickup trucks, and camels. Raya Hussein Suliman Semahin was born in the Royal Tomb when her tribe had free rein over Petra. Now age 90, she lives in a row of caves cut into the red rock of the adjoining valley: a kitchen with a wide firepit and blackened walls, a bedroom dimly lit by lights powered from a solar panel, and a wardrobe cave where her clothes and scarves are hung on a string suspended between two juniper tree branches. On a dusty hilltop several miles from the valley, the government recently built a modern village with the intention of rehoming Petra's remaining residents. Some cave dwellers are ready for a new way of life. Haniyah Suliman Ali Samahin, 37, wants her eight children to be closer to the school and have permanent access to fresh water, which currently trickles out of a tap on the valley floor just once every three or four days. Others, though, will never leave Petra for a life of concrete and modernity. 'We like the open air,' says 18-year-old Suleman Samahin, 'the nature and the freedom.' As the sun sets, Suleman's mother sits on a stone slab outside her cave home, tending to a fire. Nearby, Suleman and his brothers cook mansaf, a traditional dish of lamb and yogurt, in a sand-filled pit that once held Nabataean wine. When night falls, the family will lie outside on mattresses and animal pelts underneath the stars. 'Taking the Bedouin out of Petra is like taking the spice out of a dish,' says Raya. 'You're left with nothing.' Part three: A home for the homeless in Lesotho The cave at Ha Kome has always been a place of last resort. In the early 19th century, a Basotho chief named Kome led his tribe into the Maloti mountains, fleeing a period of war that displaced millions of people throughout southern Africa and led to countless deaths. Kome came across a vast, east-facing cave surrounded by steep valleys and mountainous plateaus and set up camp. The location was 'strategic for security reasons during those times,' says Joshua Chakawa, a senior lecturer in the Department of Historical Studies at the National University of Lesotho. Members of Kome's tribe, he says, were able to shield themselves and, critically, their livestock from the violence. During a period of war 200 years ago, Basotho chief Kome led his tribe to a cave in Lesotho's Maloti mountains to protect them from the violence. They built huts from mud and dung underneath the lip of rock. Most of the tribal descendants now live in a village nearby, but the huts still provide shelter to those in need, like Ntefane Ntefane (at right), who can't afford a village home and is visited here by a passing herder. Eventually, the tribe built individual homes within the Ha Kome cave, molding six-foot-high domed huts from sticks, mud, and dung before smearing orange clay around the low doorways. Locals dubbed the cave the mahalapane—or palate—imagining it as a huge open mouth. The Ha Kome cave huts in Lesotho don't have electricity, running water, or windows. But they do provide a roof overhead for people like Sebastian Emisang Khuts'oane. Khuts'oane raised his children in a cave home but moved to the nearby village five years ago. Now he uses the cave as a sort of guesthouse and stays there when relatives are in town. At the turn of the 21st century, 33 of Kome's tribal descendants still lived in the huts beneath the rock. Over the past two decades, nearly everyone has moved to a cinder-block village constructed on the bedrock above the cave, where the homes are basic but provide little comforts like glass windows and are more pleasant than the huts within a cave. But the mahalapane is still a place of refuge and security for those in need. Ntefane Ntefane, a 41-year-old farmer, can't afford to build a home in the village, so he lives in the cave, sleeping on a bundle of animal skins and washing his clothes in the Phuthiatsana River, which flows past the cave's mouth. He sweeps the dust out of his house with a straw broom and shovels it into a small fire grate, where an old teapot sits over the flames. Inside, he has a few empty candleholders set on a shelf in the corner, and three leather suitcases are stacked beside buckets and washbowls. Adjacent is Sebastian Khuts'oane, 58, who is using the one-room hut where he raised his children. It's a quick solution to a temporary problem: His daughter-in-law is visiting from South Africa, and he's given her and her family his home in the village. The men wake each morning with the sunrise, as copper-pink light bathes the rock. The only shade comes from a lekhatsi tree, a variety of wild peach, which, according to local lore, was planted two centuries ago by Kome to ward off lightning strikes. Locals call Ha Kome cave the mahalapane—or palate—picturing the overhanging rock as an enormous open mouth. Soon Khuts'oane's daughter-in-law will head back to South Africa, and he'll move up to the village. And Ntefane says he'll build a house of his own when he can afford it. Until then, they make do with their home beneath the mahalapane. (Cave ecosystems thrive in the dark. What happens when tourists light them up?) Part four: The dwelling in Turkey that checks all the boxes The volcanic landscape of Cappadocia, in central Turkey, has eroded over millennia to form mountain ridges, sandstone valleys, and rows of Gaudiesque cones that the tourism industry likes to call fairy chimneys. Over 4,000 years, humans, too, have carved the porous rock, excavating a warren of caves, tunnels, and passages. Among 205,000 acres of archaeological sites in the region, there are dozens of abandoned underground cities. One, Kaymaklı, is over 4,000 years old and extends eight stories belowground, complete with stables and wine cellars. Another, Derinkuyu, was vast enough to have housed 20,000 people at once. Homes in Turkey's Cappadocia region have been carved from the porous sandstone for thousands of years. Oktay Torun (second from right) and his wife, Hanife (right), have lived in one such dwelling in the town of Ortahisar since they were married four decades ago. But tourism in the area is booming, and many of the Toruns' neighbors have sold their cave homes to developers catering to visitors. While these larger archaeological treasures haven't been occupied in more than a hundred years, many of the individual homes carved into the area's rocks are still in use. Oktay, 72, and Hanife Torun, 64, have lived in their cave home in the hilltop town of Ortahisar since their wedding day more than four decades ago. They are one of maybe 10 families left living full-time in a cave in all of Cappadocia, and they love it for a simple reason: It satisfies all their needs. The home has plumbing and electricity. The living room stays warm enough in winter, while the adjoining storage room, separated by a thick rock wall, maintains a stable, cool temperature that allows them to eat summer crops all year round. Rows of amphorae hold bulgur and lentils harvested five seasons ago, and walnuts and fresh fruit are stacked on silver trays. While the Toruns have always seen the value in their cave home, the rest of the world has started to take notice too—nearly five million people visited Cappadocia in 2023. This tourist boom has prompted many locals to convert their cave homes into shops and hotels, and ancient storehouses into underground restaurants and bars. Recently, one of the Toruns' neighbors sold his cave to hotel developers, leaving the couple completely surrounded by tourism projects. Now when they duck into their cave, they're met with the low throb of a drill shaking the floor and trails of fine dust dropping from the ceiling. (Why the cave cities of Turkey's Cappadocia are best explored on foot.) People have been digging into the soft sandstone in Göreme, Turkey, for centuries, forging homes, churches, and stables. It's now the tourism capital of Cappadocia, and the old homes have been converted into hotels. Oktay and Hanife's son, Rıfat, 45, grew up playing hide-and-seek in the maze of carved churches and catacombs beneath the family home. Now, like almost everyone here, he works in the hospitality industry, driving visitors from all over the world from one attraction to the next. The steady advance of tourism in Ortahisar is likely to force the family out before too long. 'If we have to leave, we will sell everything and end up living just like everyone else,' says Hanife, tears welling in her eyes. Many of those who've moved out of the caves around Cappadocia have ended up in the city of Nevşehir, where squat apartment blocks with double-glazed windows and enclosed balconies crowd basketball courts and shops. 'Living in an apartment is like a jail,' says Hanife, as she rushes about her house filling bowls with fruit and vegetables from the storerooms. While she skins a plait of green onions onto a tray, fresh milk from the family's two cows bubbles on a stove to make cheese. 'When I open the door, I need to breathe fresh air and see the valley.' (This U.S. national park has the world's longest cave system—and an unusual history.) A version of this story appears in the August 2025 issue of National Geographic magazine. The nonprofit National Geographic Society, committed to illuminating and protecting the wonder of our world, funded the work of National Geographic Explorer and photographer Tamara Merino. Learn more about the Society's support of Explorers. Based in Santiago, Chile, Tamara Merino photographed cave-dwelling communities in seven countries, including Lesotho and Tunisia, for this story on what she calls 'humanity's first homes.' Her work has also appeared in Time, the New York Times, and Libération.


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Sea turtles are surviving—despite us
These reptiles have roamed the oceans for 100 million years. We've put them at risk, but with a little help, they're rebounding. Green sea turtles congregate near a dock in the Bahamas. They were so numerous during Columbus's day that 'it seemed the ships would run aground on them.' Photographs by Thomas Peschak This story appears in the October 2019 issue of National Geographic magazine. To see all that's hopeful and appalling about the way we treat sea turtles, there's no better place to start than the Burj Al Arab Jumeirah hotel. This shimmering tower of blue and white glass is shaped like the jib of a sailboat bound for shore. It rose two decades ago on an artificial island amid the steel forest of construction cranes that is Dubai, part of the United Arab Emirates. A royal suite, at 8,396 square feet, comes with a private cinema and 17 pillow options. A weekend stay can top $50,000. I have come here, though, to see its nonpaying guests. Passing a fleet of white Rolls-Royces, I meet British expat marine biologist David Robinson. We take an elevator down to a parking garage and walk by Lamborghinis to our destination: a labyrinth of pipes and plastic pools, the intensive care unit of an elaborate marine turtle hospital. In one tub a green sea turtle struggles with internal organ damage. One floor up, sick, critically endangered hawksbills fill aquariums. Blood seeps from a dying leatherback harpooned by an indigenous hunter near Indonesia's Kei Islands. Leatherbacks are the largest of the seven sea turtle species and one of the most imperiled. The West Pacific population has fewer than a thousand females. A flatback sea turtle kicks up sand while digging a nest on Crab Island, off Australia's northeast coast. Indigenous rangers with the Apudthama Land Trust brave saltwater crocodiles and other hazards to monitor and protect the flatback's important nesting beaches. The hotel housing this rehab center is owned by a holding group whose driving force is Dubai's emir. His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid al Maktoum, the architect of the region's lightning growth, wants his city to become a model of environmental stewardship. But the reptilian miseries unspooling in this epicenter of consumption reveal much about the ills we humans heap on these creatures. Workers here have seen turtles with balloons lodged in their intestines, turtles with flippers broken after getting caught in fishing nets, a turtle bashed in the head and tossed off a boat. One female green turtle was struck by a ship just down the road, near the world's ninth busiest seaport. The impact crushed her shell, carving out a jagged three-pound wedge as big as an iron. 'People are doing this,' says Robinson, a former operations manager for this facility. 'Everything—every aspect, every single species of turtle, every threat that they face—is anthropogenic.' He certainly doesn't mean just here. From Kemp's ridleys no bigger than car tires to leatherbacks that can outweigh polar bears, six of the world's seven sea turtle species are considered vulnerable, endangered, or critically endangered. The status of the seventh, the flatback of Australia, is unknown. At a sea turtle rehabilitation center in Dubai, hawksbills and green turtles circle a tank before being set free. The rescue center has treated and released more than 1,600 sick and injured turtles in the past 15 years. And yet these beasts soldier on, despite the obstacles we place before them. Of the sea turtle nesting colonies that were reviewed in a recent analysis, more than twice as many were increasing as were trending downward. Scientists this year found that turtle populations protected by the U.S. Endangered Species Act were on the upswing. Hawaii's green turtles, long in trouble, are rebounding far faster than anyone expected. One turtle released from Robinson's care after 546 days of treatment for a head injury made the longest documented journey by a green sea turtle. She traveled 5,146 miles, from the Middle East nearly to Thailand, before her tracking device finally gave out. Magazine for all ages starting at $25/year Sea turtles, it appears, may be more resilient than once thought. 'I've seen all sorts of crazy injuries, deformities, illnesses, and they just keep going,' says Bryan Wallace, who oversees sea turtle assessments for the International Union for Conservation of Nature, or IUCN. 'Where's the dodo or the passenger pigeon of the sea turtle world?' While a few local stocks are in real danger of blinking out—Malaysian leatherbacks, for example—all seven species are hanging on regionally and globally. As we've plundered the seas, built up coastlines, and set about heating the planet, it's reasonable to wonder whether we're dooming these animals. But after months of reporting on sea turtles in several countries, I think we should consider another query instead: How might these reptiles fare with a bit more help? Ida Mamarika and her husband, Christopher Maminyamanja, visit a cave on an island off northern Australia where a gallery of Aboriginal rock art believed to be at least 5,500 years old includes an image of a green sea turtle. Mamarika's clan reveres the green turtle as a totem, or spirit animal. Sid Bruce Short Joe and Christine Holroyd, with the Pormpuraaw Art and Culture Centre, use lost or discarded fishing nets to create sculptures of sea turtles and jellyfish, two totem animals of the indigenous people of Cape York. Ghost nets floating at sea are a known threat to marine life, including turtles. Spend enough time watching sea turtles and it's hard to escape how astonishing they are. They soar through oceans with winglike front flippers, dig nests using back appendages that scoop and toss sand almost like hands, and squeeze salt water, like tears, from glands near their eyes. Their mouths are similar to bird beaks, perhaps because turtles share a common ancestor with chickens. All but leatherbacks, with their layer of thick skin, have bony external skeletons covered in scutes of keratin, the material found in rhinoceros horns and our own fingernails. But each species is different. Hawksbills help reefs by eating sponges that can smother coral. Loggerheads use powerful jaws to crush horseshoe crabs. Leatherbacks feed on jellyfish and sea squirts and can easily migrate from Japan to California. Marine turtles split from their terrestrial relatives more than 100 million years ago. They survived the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs and squeaked past a marine extinction two million years ago that cut their numbers almost in half. Today sea turtles are found on the beaches of every continent except Antarctica, and they swim in all tropical and temperate waters. Once or twice a month during Costa Rica's rainy season, female olive ridley sea turtles come ashore by the tens of thousands and lay eggs in a mass nesting event known as an arribada. Hatchlings begin emerging about 45 days later. Perhaps their ubiquity explains the many roles they've played for people. They tell our stories: In Chinese mythology, sea turtle legs hold up the sky. We turn to them for healing: Turtle meat in West Africa was once believed to fight leprosy, and bathing in a broth of loggerhead plastron, the bony undershell, was considered a tonic for lung ailments. Even today, bones and scutes are sold as medicine from China to Mexico. Through most of this shared history, turtles haven't just survived—they've thrived. 'The sea was all thick with them, and they were of the very largest, so numerous that it seemed that the ships would run aground on them,' a Spanish priest wrote of Christopher Columbus's view of Cuba's sea turtles in 1494, during his second voyage. Some scientists today believe the pre-Columbian Caribbean alone may have been home to 91 million adult green turtles. That's roughly 10 times as many as all the adult sea turtles of every species believed to be alive today. So many occupied the Cayman Islands in the 1700s that English settlers used them to supply Jamaica with meat. It wasn't long before West Indies turtles were being served in London pubs and John Adams was slurping sea turtle soup during the First Continental Congress. Within a century, though, Caribbean turtle populations had crashed, sending turtle hunters to new coastlines, foreshadowing a great transition. Infographic Dive deeper into the threats facing all seven sea turtle species—from accidental capture in fishing nets to overharvesting of eggs and widespread plastic pollution. The rain is just starting on a dark Costa Rican night when Helen Pheasey and I cut across a beach with a red flashlight. Pheasey, a Ph.D. candidate who studies the black market trade in reptiles, is working with a U.S.-based conservation outfit called Paso Pacífico. In her pocket she carries a fake turtle egg implanted with a GPS transmitter, and we're looking for its potential mom. She gestures toward an olive ridley, alone and kicking up sand in the dark. As the pregnant turtle drops her eggs, Pheasey crawls toward the turtle's tail, reaches into the mound of Ping-Pong ball–size eggs, and places the decoy in the middle of the pile. She's hoping hurried egg poachers will nab her fake along with their intended loot. Turtle eggs are hot commodities in parts of Asia and Latin America. They may be boiled in soup, cooked into omelets, or dropped raw into a shot glass with lemon, tomato juice, and pepper. Eggs don't bring huge dollars, but because most turtles lay 50 to 100 or more at once and leave long sandy tracks from sea to nest, they're easy to find and steal in volume. On the west coast of Australia's Cape York Peninsula, rangers from Pormpuraaw's land and sea management program cover sea turtle nests with cages to protect them from feral pigs, which eat turtle eggs and hatchlings. In most countries, selling turtle eggs has been illegal for years. Yet in 2018, police seized a pickup in Oaxaca, Mexico, loaded with garbage bags stuffed with 22,000 turtle eggs. Malaysian authorities two years earlier intercepted four Filipinos in wooden boats carrying 19,000 eggs. The $7,400 those sailors stood to make was nearly three times the average yearly wage in their community. Egg theft is often linked with poverty or drug and alcohol abuse, Pheasey says. But the hope is that fake eggs could help stop organized traffickers. On a recent Saturday near Guanacaste, Costa Rica, thieves raided 28 nests—a haul that included one of Pheasey's fake eggs. In Ostional, Costa Rica, olive ridleys nest so close together that they tend to crush and destroy one another's eggs, so authorities allow local residents to gather some turtle eggs for their own use and domestic sale. The harvest and sales are regulated. At 7 a.m. Monday, Pheasey watched on smartphone apps as her egg traveled from the peninsula to the back of a building on the mainland. After a delay, the egg moved again, to a neighborhood in San Ramón, 85 miles from the beach. Pheasey traced the route in her car. The egg had stopped at a supermarket loading dock. There it probably changed hands before being ferried to someone's house. Pheasey and Paso Pacífico are still working out kinks in their tactics, but even if the decoy eggs show promise in fighting smugglers, that's just one of the many problems turtles face. We're chewing up nesting beaches by erecting oceanfront skyscrapers, hotels, and subdivisions. We've illuminated coastlines with disorienting streetlights. When turtles manage to find sand in which to lay eggs, bright lights often send them wandering. Some get hit by cars. Pollution, from oily toxics to plastics, spills into coastal waters. Straws and plastic forks get sucked up turtles' noses. Hungry leatherbacks mistake plastic bags for jellyfish. New research suggests that nine million hawksbills were slaughtered in the past 150 years, mostly for their fiery red and gold carapaces, which were fashioned into hair clips, eyeglasses, jewelry boxes, and furniture. The Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species (CITES) began banning the sale of turtle goods in the 1970s, but that hasn't always worked. In 2012, researchers found thousands of hawksbill pieces for sale in Japan and China. Solid numbers are unavailable, but scientists estimate that only 60,000 to 80,000 nesting female hawksbills remain worldwide. Meanwhile some countries still allow subsistence hunts for turtle meat. But even in countries where that practice has been outlawed, bans are meaningless without enforcement, buy-in from local residents, and alternatives for food or income. In Mozambique and Madagascar alone, for example, tens of thousands—perhaps hundreds of thousands—of both young and adult green turtles are illegally killed each year by hunters. Olive ridley eggs, freshly rinsed in the sea, are dumped onto a sorting table in Ostional, Costa Rica, shortly after being gathered from nests. The eggs will be packed in plastic bags and shipped by truck to restaurants and bars around the country. To fight poachers in Costa Rica, researcher Helen Pheasey fits decoy eggs with GPS transmitters, then slips them into sea turtle nests. Pheasey has tracked stolen eggs to commercial outlets many miles inland from nesting sites. There has been some promise in places where residents have bought in to the idea of turtle conservation. One morning in Costa Rica I sit in a delivery truck as the ocean flickers through the royal palms. Our payload: 80 large bags filled with 96,000 turtle eggs. A few miles down the road, we back up to an open shed. Men unload this delicate cargo onto a sorting table, where women begin placing the eggs in smaller bags. Soon they'll be repackaged and sold to restaurants and bars as far away as the capital, San José. Here it's all perfectly legal—and may even help turtles. Every month this beach in Ostional, on Costa Rica's upper Pacific Coast peninsula, is the site of one of the world's largest mass-nesting events. Known as an arribada, it typically begins in the dark, as it did this morning. Female olive ridleys by the thousands congregate offshore, their forms silhouetted by the starry sky. Then, following some mysterious cue, they start crashing ashore. They come in waves, bumping and pushing past one another, oblivious to the threats around them: egg-scavenging vultures, wild dogs, hungry raccoons. Then they start digging, uncovering and crushing each other's eggs, filling the new holes with future offspring before lumbering back to sea. The humans arrive at dawn. Barefoot men perform an odd step dance, bouncing gingerly heel to toe, feeling for loose earth with their feet. Finding some, they squat and dig until they reach eggs. Then teenagers and women begin filling bags. Ostional didn't really become much of a community until sometime after World War II. But by the 1970s, settlers had come to rely on turtles. Soil nearby wasn't great for farming, and there were few jobs, so residents plucked turtle eggs to feed their pigs. 'Turtles were no more special to us than our chickens,' Maria Ruiz Avilés says during a break from labeling egg bags. At dawn on Trinidad's Grande Rivière, one of the most important leatherback nesting beaches in the world, an adult female uses her front flippers to toss sand over her egg chamber, hiding her future offspring from predators. Leatherback hatchlings dig their way out of their nest toward the surface. As the last layer of sand crumbles away, hatchlings boil out of the nest and scramble for the ocean, facing a gantlet of predators on land and at sea. Costa Rica began trying to prohibit egg harvests in the 1970s, but enforcement was lax. Researchers eventually recommended an arrangement: a regulated, legal, domestic trade. So many turtles show up during an arribada that they dig far more nests than the beach can accommodate. Even without poaching, up to half of the eggs on the beach were being destroyed, mostly by other turtles. Costa Rica's national government allows the few hundred residents of Ostional to legally collect a portion of the eggs. Today Ostional's egg harvest is viewed by many as a success. Residents take a small number of eggs, and some biologists think ridding the beach of the excess keeps microbes from killing more. Sales pay for beach patrols and enforcement to keep poachers out. Paperwork follows every sale, so buyers know the eggs are legal. Invested residents drive off predators to help remaining hatchlings get to the sea. 'We do a good job,' Ruiz Avilés says. That doesn't mean this model should be exported. Demand for eggs here is a fraction of what it is in, say, Mexico. And arribadas here offer an embarrassment of riches, because culling eggs may help more baby turtles survive. 'In my opinion, Ostional should never ever be taken as an example for conservation anywhere else—ever,' says Costa Rican Roldán Valverde, a professor at Southeastern Louisiana University. While some experts suggest this legal harvest prevents far more eggs from being taken illegally, others fear that legitimizing any of this trade perpetuates the black market. Unfortunately, we're stuck making decisions with imperfect information. Leatherback hatchlings encounter plastic bottles and other debris as they crawl across Trinidad's Matura Beach to reach the ocean. Nature Seekers, a local conservation group, organizes regular beach cleanups that have helped leatherbacks rebound there. In fact, it's often unclear how many sea turtles of each species remain—or how many is enough to ensure their survival. New research suggests that some population counts based on nesting beaches may be far too generous. But nest counts can also underestimate turtle numbers. 'We need to understand a lot more about what's happening in the water, where sea turtles spend 99 percent of their lives,' says Nicolas Pilcher, a sea turtle biologist who does fieldwork for governments and nonprofits. Pilcher is piloting a boat across shallow seagrass beds about 50 miles west of Abu Dhabi. He's conducting a turtle rodeo, chasing a green turtle as it zigs and zags just below the water's surface. Near the bow Marina Antonopoulou, with Emirates Nature-World Wildlife Fund, perches on the gunwale. When Pilcher shouts the signal, she launches onto the carapace, trying to wrestle the turtle to the surface and into the boat. But it wriggles free. Antonopoulou stands in the water, frustrated but amused. Pilcher pushes on. Antonopoulou and a team of scientists, including some from the Abu Dhabi government, are cruising the U.A.E.'s Marawah Marine Biosphere Reserve to gauge where these speedsters are headed. Near Pilcher's feet a half dozen green turtles lounge. A quick surgical procedure will tell him whether these animals are male or female and ready to mate and nest. The team will attach tracking devices to some, then release them all. 'We're trying to link where these turtles live, which is here, with where they lay their eggs,' Pilcher says. That's key to saving turtles. But turtles often feed in waters controlled by one government and nest on beaches controlled by another. This is especially true in the Middle East, where U.A.E. turtles may lay eggs in Oman, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Iran, or even Pakistan. Conservationists and the Abu Dhabi government can't negotiate with neighboring countries for more protection without knowing which turtles go where. That matters, of course, because development in the Middle East is booming, and 'nesting habitat for turtles is continually shrinking,' Pilcher says. After harpooners land a leatherback in Indonesia's Kei Islands, villagers gather on the beach to watch the butchering process. Weighing up to 2,000 pounds, leatherbacks have long been a significant source of protein for the island communities. Sea turtle conservation has made great strides in recent decades in many places around the globe. In Florida and Hawaii, coastal resorts and hotels are reducing beachfront lighting. Use of devices that let unsuspecting turtles escape fishing nets helped save Kemp's ridleys in Mexico and loggerheads in the Atlantic and is being tried in other areas. We've closed fisheries and changed commercial fishing hooks to prevent accidental snagging. A few fishing fleets employ observers who document turtle interactions. Still, even as we make progress, complex new challenges are emerging. The sex of turtles is determined by the temperature of the sand where eggs gestate. Warmer sands produce more females, so as climate change drives sand temperatures higher across the tropics, more turtles are being born female. On a warm evening in a San Diego, California, bay, I watch a crew of scientists hold an adult green turtle while Camryn Allen quickly draws a vial of blood. For several years Allen, with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, has used hormones such as testosterone to track the sex of sea turtles. Here the ratio of females to males has increased slightly, but her recent work in Australia truly alarmed her. Raine Island, a 52-acre half-moon of sand on the edge of the Great Barrier Reef, is the biggest nesting island on Earth for green sea turtles. More than 90 percent of the northern Great Barrier Reef's green turtles deposit eggs here and on nearby Moulter Cay. But Allen and her colleagues discovered that as temperatures have risen, female green turtles born on Raine have come to outnumber males 116 to one. 'Seeing those results scared the crap out of me,' Allen says. A conch fisherman draws the attention of green sea turtles at Little Farmer's Cay in the Bahamas. Once prized for their meat, the island's green sea turtles are now valued more as tourist attractions. A large green turtle erupts from the muddy bottom of a mangrove-fringed inlet along the west coast of Fernandina Island in the Galápagos. Turtles here often seek refuge in warm water when winds cause cold-water upwelling. It's not the only threat climate change poses. As hurricanes become more powerful, they're wiping out more turtle nests. Rising seas also are flooding nest sites and drowning eggs. And yet for all that, there are hopeful signs. Turtles didn't survive 100 million years without developing strategies to weather hard times. They can slow their metabolism and go months without eating. Some females have skipped nesting seasons for years, only to show up again a decade later. New research suggests males may mate with many females when populations are stretched thin. And sea turtles may switch nesting beaches in times of stress. Allen's initial fear has tapered off as she's seen turtles' versatility. 'We may lose some smaller populations, but sea turtles are never going to go away completely,' she says. 'I think turtles, out of all the other species, might actually have a pretty good shot.' They just can't do it by themselves. Staff writer Craig Welch reported on thawing permafrost in the September issue. This is photographer Thomas P. Peschak's tenth assignment for National Geographic. Photographic coverage for this story was supported by Hussain Aga Khan, the Paul M. Angell Family Foundation, and the Save Our Seas Foundation.