Nauru is a pimple on the world’s ass
There is such a country on the world map, Nauru! You probably won’t find it, because it is the smallest island nation in the world, the smallest independent republic, and generally the smallest nation outside of Europe. Now, having entered the land of Nauru, I can still add that it is one of the most useless and ridiculous states in the world!
Nauru is just one island that you can walk around in 3-4 hours in a circle. According to various sources, there are either 11,000 or 13,000 people living there, but it’s so sad that the country doesn’t even have a capital! There isn’t a single city here at all. People just spread out smoothly along the coast, but there isn’t a city for them. The parliament building is right next to the airport runway on the ocean. The presidential palace is also close by.
A little bit of statistics. Nauru has 3 hotels, 8 ATMs, 2 bars and 1 airport. With the hotel will be the first difficulty. You just can not book it, because they are not connected to the reservation systems. It would seem that you could just take a phone call! Ahahahaha, not really. Because the phones don’t work here. Almost all available numbers are either disconnected or don’t answer. I guess you could write to the post office? That seems logical, I’ve done that too… The only problem is that they check the mail once a week, and they answer every 10 emails.
It seems odd, and the reader probably thinks it’s just me being some crooked moron and not knowing how to book hotels. No, it’s just that no one wants your money in Oceania. It’s got its own atmosphere! There are a dozen island nations in the godforsaken wilderness that you probably don’t even know the names of. They’re inhabited by people who don’t do a fucking thing. Why? Why? It’s summer all year round, there’s fish in the ocean, bananas grow here, you can’t starve to death. And the good people will give you money.
That’s what they think in Nauru. The country has two main sources of income.
The first one is that for many years they’ve been selling their island. Literally. Even before independence, phosphate deposits were discovered here. The island became a kind of quarry. But even after the country gained its independence in 1968, the extraction and sale of phosphates here did not stop. Extraction was done by removing the surface of the soil and removing phosphate between the walls and columns formed by ancient corals. And so it went on until most of the phosphate was exhausted, bringing the island’s economy to a virtual standstill. In the process of phosphate mining, fertile fields were devastated and the landscape of the island became like a barren desert. The state of Nauru then decided to collect the money for the environmental damage from Australia by filing a lawsuit in 1989. As a result of the settlement, the Australian government paid money to the island nation for 20 years. Nauru still exports a small amount of phosphate now, but the income generated is no longer enough.
The second is selling your own ass. It is only on the face of it that Nauru is an unnecessary pimple on the ass of the world. In fact, it is a whole MEMBER of the United Nations! What does this mean? It means you can participate in global politics for a modest price!
For example, Nauru became the fourth country in the world to recognize the independence of Abkhazia and South Ossetia (after Russia, Nicaragua and Venezuela). It would seem that where is Nauru, and where is Abkhazia! After that an amazing coincidence happened – next year Russia allocated 50 million dollars to Nauru to solve social problems! I can just imagine, how some official is sitting and thinking to whom they should give 50 million dollars… Maybe to Chita to clean up garbage? Maybe to Omsk, to fix the roads? NO! LET’S GIVE IT TO NAURU. Let them solve social problems!
But the great Russian-Naurian friendship did not end there. In 2013 the local president, Baron Vaca, went for a walk to Yekaterinburg. There, he was given drinks and food, and Waka was so impressed that he promised to vote for Yekaterinburg in the vote for the capital of Expo 2020. But there are some pluses in this. Russia and Nauru fell in love with each other, and now we have visa-free travel. Yes, all Frenchmen and Englishmen need visa to get to Nauru, and Russians do not! So at the Brisbane airport, when an elderly Australian woman at check-in asked me where my visa was, I proudly put my hammered, sickly Soviet passport on the counter. Not for my taxes Baron Wack was taken to whorehouses and drunk on vodka in Yekaterinburg, so that I would get a visa!
But do not think that Nauru is only bent over for Russia. The Australians also have a small island. Back in colonial times, as you know, they dug there in ancient bird shit (phosphorite deposits on Nauru are the result of thousands of years of bird droppings, also called guano), and now they put a refugee camp on Nauru. When Papuans decide to set foot on Australian soil in their dinghies to stroll the world’s best waterfronts in Brisbane or jam a selfie in front of the Sydney Opera House, they are politely escorted to Nauru. Nauruans get dibs on this too, and Australia’s refugee policy has been harshly criticized both inside and outside of Australia. There are many documents documenting the violence and abuse of refugees on Nauru, but the Australian government refuses to change its migration policy.
First, I have to say goodbye to Brisbane. I will be away from civilization in the near future.
Nice and easy to navigate at the airport. Everything is immediately clear. It’s generally become customary now to make the navigation in crowded places huge, all over the wall. It’s convenient.
There is only one airline that flies to Nauru. It used to be called Our Airline or “Our Airline” and Nauru people thought it was funny: “Our Airline is starting to land on a flight to Kiribati, passengers please go to gate 1”. But then everyone got sick of it and the airline was renamed Nauru Airlines.
Nauru Airlines has three old Boeing 737s in its fleet and on my flight from Brisbane there were only 12 passengers.
In general, it’s handy when a flight is empty. Somebody’s sleeping. Someone is bowing to the sun through the window.
Here’s our island, lost in the middle of the ocean.
They’re closing the road for this event. Just like Gibraltar.
The camera fogs up in no time! It’s hot and humid in Nauru.
I get out one of the first, go straight to passport control, seconds later my passport gets a nice stamp with the outline of the island! Welcome!
The only institution that works at the airport is a SIM card outlet. There are few options. All prices are in Australian dollars. For Internet package of 1GB for 10 days (at a speed of 512 Kbps) you have to pay almost 900 rubles. 6GB for a month at the same speed will cost 2,000 rubles, and so on.
The toilet in the only airport in the country looks like this
Hotel Menen is the main hotel in the country. It has 190 rooms and one of the two bars in the country! I managed to get through to them the day before and booked a room for $160 a night. It was 4 kilometers from the airport to the hotel, so I thought it would be a good idea to walk around for an hour and see the country.
I came out of the airport – it was evening, men were playing rugby, there was grace all around! So I went along the airfield…
The first thing that catches my eye is a huge number of dogs. Just packs of stray dogs.
They seem to be calm, but who knows. A car pulls up next to me, and there is a white older man in it:
– Can I give you a lift? – Thanks, I decided to walk to the hotel! – Not a good idea! It’s a long walk, and it’s going to be dark soon, there are no streetlights. Are you sure? – he said it in a way that made me know right away that I wasn’t sure! I jumped in the car.
On the way I got to know the island a little bit.
The guy turned out to be an engineer from the very flight I had come on. He’s an Australian himself, works for the Australian Airways. We chatted for a while, he recommended a Chinese restaurant and confirmed my suspicions that it was the asshole of the world.
In front of the entrance there is a welcome sign that the hotel was founded in 1969 and just recently celebrated its 50th anniversary. The bad news was that from the looks of it, it had not been renovated in 50 years. The hotel is old, ramshackle, worn out, and smelly. At reception an unhurried woman poking around in the paperwork for about 10 minutes, not paying any attention to me. I even wondered if she noticed that someone was waiting behind the counter. It turns out she not only noticed, but she was rummaging through the paperwork for me.
– Fill out the form! – The woman handed me a four folded sheet of A4 paper and handwrote three words on it: Name, Family Name, Sign. I filled it out and gave it to her. – I called you yesterday to book a room, remember? – I remember,” she smiled.
The woman continued to rummage through some papers, look something on the computer, call someone. Another ten minutes passed like that.
– Is something wrong? Are you going to put me up? – I could not stand it. – Yes, there is a problem. We lost the key to your room… They’re looking for it now. – How long will it take? – I don’t know, we’re looking for the key. – Can’t you give us another room? – Oh, that’s a long time, we have to do the registration all over again! You sit down.
In the end, 20 minutes later, they still found the key and an impressive-sized lady escorted me to my room.
The room was simple: a refrigerator, two beds, microwave, toaster, kettle, and even a balcony!
The problem was that there were animals in the room!
Three huge cockroaches ran briskly along the walls, unhappy with the intrusion of a stranger into their realm. The cockroaches were the size of mice, we don’t have those. They had incredible crawling skills on any surface. After one of them moved to the ceiling, I imagined the creature coming right down on me at night.
It was decided to evict the cockroaches. Killing is not our method, so I went looking for something to catch them with. This was a mistake, because when I tried to open the closet, I realized that there was a broken door, and in the closet itself there were some smelly dirty towels and empty bottles. It was decided to use a glass and a shower cap. Of the three cockroaches, only one was caught – the rest quickly fled into the vent. And one was slow, he fell into a trash can, where he was caught. I called him Oleg. And so I made a friend.
It was necessary to entertain my friend somehow, so I decided to give him a photo session. You have to agree, it’s not often that cockroaches in Nauru get glamorous photo shoots!
After all, Oleg was the only one who didn’t piss me off in this dump. And if I were to die here, he would probably cry and say a kind word in his cockroach language.
Maybe there should have been a TV in here. But there wasn’t! Instead, two lanterns shone in my face like two eyes.
I was especially pleased with the balcony. There was a view of the roof and the wall of the neighbouring building, and on the balcony there was a dirty chair just in front of the air conditioner, and the hot air was pounding in my face. I realized that the balcony is not our option.
But the hotel has a bar and restaurant!
The restaurant is clearly designed for celebrations. All tables are huge, chairs are dressed in smart covers. There are no visitors.
People sometimes come in and take food to go. I understand that it is the locals who stop by. The guests, apparently, eat at some other place, but I had no choice, and the girl offered to sit at a huge table.
I waited about 20 minutes for the menu and another 20 minutes for the order to be taken. But I was not particularly bored, all the while I was amusing myself by chasing away the flies, of which there were an obscene amount. At one point I even wanted to look into the kitchen to see what was there. But I quickly dismissed the idea, because my view of the world suggested that there would be at least a corpse in the kitchen. And it was not in my plans to get upset today, because Oleg the cockroach was waiting for me in the room.
The food, by the way, was quite bearable. Perhaps I just originally had low expectations, and maybe affected by the 3 glasses of wine, which I managed to drink, while they were preparing my order. And the flies were not as uncomfortable as before!
Soon there was another customer in the restaurant and it was more fun.
My hotel also has one of the two bars in the country. It can delight visitors with primitive alcohol and a sleeping woman behind the bar.
I’m not in Nauru for long at all. Literally to spend the night, to fly to Kiribati at 7 a.m., and then back to Nauru again. Kiribati is 33 small atolls, scattered in the ocean at a great distance from each other. For the sake of Kiribati, even the date change line is bizarrely curved so that the country doesn’t live in two dates at once. But to fly to this beautiful country, you have to get to the airport somehow! So how do I do that?
I walk up to the front desk and ask about a cab. Cab? We don’t have a cab. But we do have a bus that leaves every two hours for the airport! Tomorrow it’s at 4, 6 and 8 in the morning. Problem is, I had to be at the airport at 6am to catch my flight (here, check-in closes in an hour, not 40 minutes). But I had no desire to drive at 4am and then sit at the airport for 3 hours.
– Is it possible to order an individual transfer? – No, we only have a bus,” the girl at the counter clearly didn’t understand why I was missing the chance to sit at the airport for 3 hours! I mean, it’s so much fun. In addition, she was some active correspondence in the phone, and I with my questions clearly strained her. – Can I ask the driver to take me at 5:30? I’m willing to pay. – Yeah, sure. At 5:30 he will be waiting for you,” she replied without hesitation, without lifting her eyes from the phone.
At this point I suspected something wrong. It seemed that she was just telling me some random numbers and times, just to get me off her back. I was already aware of the service in Nauru, and such a quick solution to the issue of my individual departure was strange. I asked her again, just in case, and showed her the clock on my phone. She confirmed twice, looking at me like I was a fool.
Before I went to bed, I freed Oleg’s cockroach, took it to the balcony, and it immediately fell out of the glass, spread its cockroach wings, and slid down heavily, like a stone thrown into the clear sea. I set the alarm clock for 5 a.m. and tried to sleep. It was not easy. The thoughts that there were cockroaches and flies in my head, that my pillow was full of other people’s hair, and that someone was crawling on the ceiling, did not leave my head. But in the end the alarm clock did go off at 5!
Almost at the same time as the alarm, someone started banging into the room. I opened the door, and behind it stood a man in a brightly colored shirt. I stood there, wrapped in a towel.
– Are you coming or not? – The man was clearly surprised, why was it that I was naked at 5 in the morning! – I’m coming,” I said without understanding anything… “The bus leaves in five minutes! If you don’t make it, you won’t get to the airport! – But I asked for a transfer for 5:30…” I tried to organize my thoughts and comprehend what was happening after four hours of restless sleep. – The bus leaves in 5 minutes, there are other passengers ready and waiting, hurry up! – The man in the colored shirt ran down the corridor, not giving me a chance to argue somehow.
I quickly took a shower, threw all my things into my backpack, got dressed, and by 5:10 I was already downstairs. It was literally raining tropical rain outside the window, torrents of water were gushing from the roof, flooding the hotel grounds. In principle, there was no need to take a shower.
I expected to see a crowd of angry tourists at the front desk, waiting for some Russian asshole who decided to take a nap. But there was no one in the lobby. Nor, really, was the bus.
“Gone!” – I thought, and with horror I began to run through my options of how I would walk to the airport in this rain, or where I would find a car.
But as I looked more closely, I noticed a white guy with a backpack in a big seat; he and I had been on the same plane yesterday. We said hello, he was also going to Kiribati. He turned out to be the “passengers waiting just for me”.
The problem was, there was no bus that was supposed to have already departed. The man in the colored shirt was running around, calling someone, but the bus never showed up. Behind the counter was sleeping the same girl who had promised me a personalized service. I tried to ask her what the fuck was going on, but she was clearly in a state of inadequacy.
Then the girl perked up.
– Have you paid? – No! – You owe $165, – I never understood why they added five dollars, apparently the cockroach Oleg complained about his mistreatment. But there was no time to argue. – Do you take cards? – No, – the girl flinched and squeamishly looked at me, as if I asked for sexual favors. – I have American dollars, at what exchange rate do you accept them? – 1:1, you can withdraw money from an ATM … but ours, at the hotel, does not work, and you will not have time to go to another …
Fuckers, I thought… The real exchange rate is 1.45 Aussie dollars to 1 American dollar, but these bastards, taking advantage of the fact that I had no way out, decided to just make a buck. I really had no choice.
At 5:40 a.m. my Australian engineer friend, who had kindly dropped me off at my hotel the day before, came out with my suitcase. He smiled as if he understood the whole fucked up thing and asked if I needed help, but before I could answer him, a bus came bouncing out from behind the wall! A man in a colored shirt, like Gagarin, ordered: “Let’s go!
In 15 minutes we were already at the airport.
At the check-in counters there was chaos. Because the people who were leaving the Paradise Island were being accompanied by their families, and some of them had large families, it was impossible to understand who was a real passenger and who was a relative or a friend. The crowd was moving chaotically, learning things, asking questions. The line didn’t move.
So passed 20 minutes, during this time not a single passenger was checked in, because all the people at the airport just randomly performed a set of actions that did not lead to any result. I even started to feel like they were all extras and I was at a movie set instead of the airport.
The second problem was that people were clearly confusing a passenger flight with a cargo flight. Each passenger had an incredible amount of boxes and crates. My relatives helped to carry all of this.
At one point I couldn’t take it anymore, pushed the lazy crowd aside and asked the guy at the counter, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!
The man looked at me and said: “Don’t worry, you’ll be next.” “Next to who in this crowd?” – I thought and obediently went back into line.
Five minutes later I was finally invited.
– Can I see your ticket? – I have an electronic ticket, can you look it up in the system?
That’s when I realized they didn’t have an electronic system! They don’t have a fucking system! The guy explained that it was necessary to have my ticket with me, but it was okay, he would go and call someone to find out if I was really in the system.
At the same time a policeman came up to me and told me that it was forbidden to take photographs and that I needed a permit!
I was handed my boarding pass, went through passport control pretty quickly and was soon waiting for my flight in a pretty nice waiting room.
There was absolutely nothing! You couldn’t even buy water… But the thought that I would be leaving this hellhole soon depreciated any discomfort. I was even beginning to miss Oleg a little.
At 7:00 am the boarding was announced… It was raining outside the window, and I was glad to be leaving. Had I known what lay ahead of me, I would not have been so happy. But more about that in the next post…
The Republic of Nauru is a dwarf nation on a coral island of the same name in the western Pacific, with a surface area of 21.3 square kilometres and a population of 11,300. Independence was declared in 1968.
The island of Nauru is located 42 km south of the equator. The nearest island is Banaba, located 306 km to the east, which is part of the Republic of Kiribati. Nauru is the smallest independent republic on Earth, the smallest island nation, the smallest nation outside of Europe, and the only republic in the world without an official capital.
The state is a member of the Commonwealth of Nations. On September 14, 1999, the Republic of Nauru was admitted to the UN. Nauru is a member of the South Pacific Commission and the Pacific Islands Forum. Diplomatic relations between Nauru and the USSR were established on December 30, 1987.  Currently, the Russian ambassador to the Commonwealth of Australia is part-time ambassador to the Republic of Nauru. 
The origin of the word “Nauru” is not exactly known. As now, the Nauruans in the distant past called the island “Naoero”. The German professor Paul Hambruch, who visited the island in 1909-1910, gave the following explanation of the etymology of the word: according to him, “Naoero” is an abbreviation of the phrase “a-nuau-a-a-ororo” (in the modern spelling “A nuaw ea arourõ”), which is translated from Nauruan as “I go to the sea shore”. But the German Catholic missionary Aloysius Kaiser, who lived on the island of Nauru for over 30 years and studied the Nauruan language extensively, did not recognize this interpretation, because in the local language the word for “shore” with the verb “go” should be followed by the index word “rodu”, which translates as “down”. The Nauruans themselves use the word “seashore” to refer to the deepest, lowest place on the island. It is used in relation to both the land and the sea. The very fact that Hambruch does not consider the word “rodu” in explaining the etymology of the word “Naoero” suggests that his assumptions are unfounded.
The island has other names: the English colonists called Nauru “Pleasant Island” until 1888. The Germans called it “Nawodo” or “Onawero”. Later the spelling of the word “Nauru” was changed to “Naoero” to make Europeans pronounce its name correctly.
The island of Nauru lies in the western Pacific Ocean, about 42 km from the equator.  The nearest island is Banaba (Oshen), located 306 km east of Nauru and belongs to the Republic of Kiribati. The exclusive economic coastal zone (EEZ) is 308,480 km², of which 570 km² are in territorial waters.
Nauru Island is a raised coral atoll confined to the top of a volcanic cone. The island is oval in shape, with a concave coastline to the east, where Anibar Bay is located. The area of the island is 21.3 km² , length – 5.6 km, width – 4 km. The length of the coastline is about 19 km.   The highest point – 65 m   (according to different data 61-71 m) – is located on the border of the districts of Aivo and Buada. At a distance of about 1 km from the coast, the depth of the ocean reaches more than 1000 m. This is due to the fact that in this place there is a steep cliff reaching the ocean floor.
The island surface is a narrow coastal plain 100-300 m wide, surrounding a limestone plateau, the height of which reaches 30 m in the central part of Nauru. The plateau was formerly covered by a thick layer of phosphorite (nauruit), presumably formed from the excrement of seabirds. The island is bordered by a narrow reef (about 120-300 m wide  ), exposed at low tide and dotted with reef peaks.  Sixteen channels are dug in the reef, allowing small boats to approach directly to the shore of the island.
The most impressive place on Nauru is the interior of the island, where there are huge limestone prongs and pyramids left by phosphorite mines. These structures are over 10 meters high in some places, and the quarry itself is a huge maze with many pits and depressions and resembles a “lunar landscape.” In order to facilitate the delivery of mined phosphate rock to the port of the island, a narrow gauge railroad was specially built. There is virtually no soil cover around the limestone blocks, so all the rainwater does not stay on the surface, but seeps through the rock.
Geographers, geomorphologists, and geologists have carefully studied the topography, subsoil, and geological structure of the island, and have reconstructed in detail the geological history of Nauru. Nauru Atoll has existed since very ancient times. There is still a fringing reef of Tertiary corals. According to geological studies, in Paleogene the surface of the modern lagoon bottom of the island was 60 meters below the current sea level (ie virtually the entire island was flooded). During the Miocene period of Neogene the atoll was significantly elevated: the bottom of the modern lagoon was 10 meters above the modern sea level. Presumably, at the same time Nauru Island was severely eroded, and as a result the karst relief changed. Subsequently the central part of the island was submerged, resulting in a shallow lagoon in the center of the atoll. Numerous depressions and hollow spaces between reef limestone accumulated sediments of different sediments rich in phosphorus. Submergence of the island lasted quite a long period, so during this time sediments in the lagoon underwent significant changes: there was an enrichment of available phosphorus compounds.
This was followed by a long period of uplift of the land of Nauru. The surface of the lagoon became free of water, and plants began to appear on the atoll. Nowadays the interior of Nauru rises 20-30 m above the surface of the ocean. Only one depression remains on the island, Buada Lagoon, which is completely isolated from the ocean waters.
Lifeless “moonscape” in the area of depleted phosphate pits. The limestone blocks, not overgrown with grass and up to 15 m high, are clearly visible.
There are two controversial points in the above picture of geological processes on the island of Nauru. Firstly, the described process of formation of the local relief is questioned. In addition to the hypothesis that the relief was subjected to karsting and the reef limestone dissolved in the water, there is another point of view. On the coast and on the rocky shallows, especially in the eastern part of the island, there is a large number of preserved small stone columns which have been subjected to erosion by the sea waves for a very long period. One can imagine what a strong impact from the ocean the areas of shallow water were subjected to during the raising of the island. This space was not protected, in any case, the formation of wide passages occurred in the rounded reef. Further surface uplift of Nauru only resulted in continued erosion, and rainwater flattened the stone columns and prongs.
Second, the process of phosphorite formation remains controversial. The quarries where the so-called Nauruit was mined show that the phosphate bed has a very complex structure: numerous fragments of different heights are typical. Consequently, the original accumulation of phosphorite, which is usually formed from a dead mass of plankton, was subjected to repeated changes under the influence of erosion and changes in the bedding.
In the complex and long history of the island, there have undoubtedly been periods of violent typhoons when there has been a washout of clastic material. Such disastrous changes can still be observed on many atolls in the Pacific. In any event, it is obvious that on Nauru there was a constant washout of a thin layer of soil, while the phosphorite nodules, through which the rainwater seeped, did not disappear. Gradually the hollow landforms, above all the depressions and crevices of the clumps of reef limestone, were filled in with gravel and debris.
There is another version of the origin of the phosphorite deposit on the island: in the process of weathering of the rocks, depressions and sharp cones formed on the surface, which served as an ideal place for nesting birds. Gradually, the island was covered with the excrement of seabirds. The guano that formed gradually turned into calcium phosphate. The island rocks have a phosphate content of over 90 percent.
The climate on Nauru is equatorial monsoon, hot and humid. The average temperature is about +27.5 °C. It usually ranges between +26 °C and +35 °C during the day and between +22 °C and +28 °C at night.  Daytime temperatures can reach +38-41 °C. The average annual amount of precipitation is 2060 mm.  Dry years occur, and in some years up to 4,500 mm of precipitation falls. Such significant fluctuations are explained by the El Niño phenomenon. The rainy season lasts from November to February, when the western monsoon (cyclone season) prevails.   Northeast winds prevail from March to October.  About 30 million m³ of water falls per year on the island with almost no surface runoff. 
The Nauru government is concerned about global warming, as the island is threatened by flooding if sea level rises.  Therefore, the Republic is trying to attract the attention of the world community, primarily through the United Nations.
Hydrology and soils
There are no rivers on Nauru. In the southwestern part of the island there is a small, slightly brackish Lake Buada, which is fed by rainwater. Its level is 5 meters above the level of the surrounding ocean on Nauru.
One of the problems of the island is a shortage of fresh water. With the increase in the population of the country, it is becoming more and more acute every year. There is only one desalination plant on the island, which runs on electricity from Nauru’s only power plant. However, because of the very high cost of electricity, the desalination plant often stops working.  During the rains, the population collects water in special containers and uses it later for domestic purposes, for watering gardens and for livestock. In times of drought, water is brought in by ships from Australia. 
In Yaren County there is a small underground lake, Mokua Vel, connected with the Mokua cave system. Near the coast, on the border of Iuve and Anabar counties, there is a cluster of small lagoons surrounded on all sides by land.
The layer of soil on the coast of Nauru is very thin, only 25 centimeters, and consists more of coral debris and gravel than sand.  The central plateau is mostly low-soil over limestone blocks, consisting of organics and sand or dolomite with little phosphate content. The arable soil layer is about 10-30 cm deep and lies on top of reddish-yellow subsoils, which vary in depth from 25 to 75 cm. 
Flora and fauna.
Satellite image of the island of Nauru, taken in 2002. Vegetation cover was restored on 63% of the territory of the worked-out phosphate pits.
Due to the very small size of the island, its isolation from the mainland and large archipelagos, Nauru has only 60 species of native vascular plants, none of which are endemic.  Severe destruction after World War II, monoculture distribution of coconut palm and phosphate mining led to the destruction of vegetation cover on most of Nauru, which has now been restored on 63% of the territory.
Coconut palms, pandanus, ficus, laurel and other deciduous trees grow everywhere on the island. Different types of shrub formations are also widespread. The densest vegetation is confined to the coastal strip of the island, about 150-300 m wide, and to the vicinity of Lake Buada.  In the interior of Nauru, hibiscus is found, as well as plantings of cherry, almond and mango trees.
The lowlands of the island are covered with dense vegetation, represented mainly by low-growing plants, while the uplands are dominated by woody plants.
The animal life of Nauru is poor. All mammals have been introduced by humans: small rats, cats, dogs, and pigs, as well as chickens. Reptiles are represented by lizards. Ornithofauna is more diverse – only 6 species (waders, terns, petrels, frigates, pigeons). Only one species of songbird lives on Nauru – the reed warbler (Acrocephalus rehsei in Latin), endemic to the island. Insects and other invertebrates abound. In the waters around the island there are a variety of sharks, sea urchins, clams, crabs and many poisonous marine animals.   
Administrative division of Nauru.
The territory of Nauru is divided into 14 administrative districts, which are grouped into 8 constituencies.