The site #

The crater sits in the Karakum Desert, about 260 kilometres north of Ashgabat, near a village that shares its name. It is roughly 60 to 70 metres across and about 30 metres deep, a round pit with burning gas across its floor and walls. The standard story says Soviet drillers broke into a gas cavern in 1971, the ground collapsed, and someone lit the gas so it wouldn’t spread across the desert. The paperwork behind that story is thin. Records are described as absent, classified or inaccessible, and some local geologists say the collapse came in the 1960s and the fire in the 1980s. So the founding date is folklore with a plausible core.

The people who have been there describe it consistently. A rough unsigned road, some yurts, about four hours’ drive from the capital. In 2013 George Kourounis climbed down to the bottom in an aluminized suit with breathing apparatus to collect soil microbes, and he called it “a coliseum of fire.” He also said the burn was clean, with no smoke. That detail matters for what follows. The crater is Turkmenistan’s best-known tourist attraction, in one of the most closed countries in the world.

What changed #

Turkmenistan has wanted to put the fire out for years. In 2010 the president asked for measures to limit its effect on nearby gas fields. In January 2022 the next president ordered it extinguished, citing health, the environment and lost gas revenue, and a commission was set up. In June 2025 a director at the state company Turkmengaz told a conference in Ashgabat that the fire had shrunk threefold and that “today only a faint source of combustion remains”. The method was to drill or reopen wells around the crater and pull the gas off before it reached the pit.

Independent measurements partly agree. Capterio, a company that tracks gas flaring by infrared satellite, found that the crater’s heat output fell by more than three-quarters over three years, according to the New York Times reporting summarized there. Capterio also said the decline seemed to begin before the 2024 wells went in, so part of it may be the reservoir changing on its own. A tour guide who has visited about thirty times said it used to be “a little bit more roaring.” The flames are still five or six feet high.

Methane tells a different story. Carbon Mapper, a nonprofit that measures methane plumes from orbit, put the crater’s emissions at about 1,300 kilograms an hour on average from 2022 to 2025. A reading in October 2025 came in at about 1,960 kilograms an hour. A satellite study of the crater reports 44 plumes detected between 2020 and 2025, at one to three tonnes an hour. I could only read its listing, not the full paper.

So the fire is getting smaller while the unburned gas coming out of the hole is, if anything, increasing.

The arithmetic #

That combination is the worst one available, and the reason is simple chemistry. Burning a kilogram of methane produces about 2.75 kilograms of carbon dioxide. Releasing that kilogram unburned has, over twenty years, roughly 80 times the warming effect of a kilogram of CO2. That is the IPCC’s figure for fossil methane, give or take. Over a twenty-year horizon, then, a kilogram that burns does something like a thirtieth of the damage of a kilogram that leaks.

Take the October reading at face value: 1,960 kilograms an hour is about 17,000 tonnes of methane a year. Leaked, that is on the order of 1.4 million tonnes of CO2-equivalent over a twenty-year horizon. Burned, the same gas would be about 47,000 tonnes of CO2. These are back-of-envelope numbers resting on one satellite reading. But they show which outcome is the real problem.

They also mean Kourounis’s “clean burn” was never the whole picture. Even at full strength the crater was leaking a tonne or more of methane an hour that the flames never reached. A dying fire touches less of the gas.

My position #

The goal stated in 2022, extinguishing the crater, is the wrong goal. “Put out the fire” sounds like an environmental win because fire looks like pollution and an empty pit looks like recovery. Here the flame is the pollution control. It is a flare, a badly designed one, and flaring is what the gas industry does with methane it can’t capture, exactly because it is so much better than venting.

What should count as success is gas that goes into a pipeline instead of the air. If the new wells are capturing gas and selling it, that’s good, and it may be why the flames have dropped. But a dimmer crater with a bigger methane plume means some of the gas has found a path that avoids the fire. That is worse than 1971 conditions, not better. If Turkmenistan can’t capture all of it, the next best thing is to keep the crater burning as hot as possible, or to build a proper flare over the vents, until there is nothing left to burn.

I know this argument has a flavor of defending a beloved landmark under an environmental banner, and I want to be clear that I don’t care about the spectacle. Given the numbers, though, the spectacle and the climate happen to point the same way.

Where I could be wrong #

Several places, and I’d rather list them than hide them.

The October reading is one measurement. Satellite methane estimates carry real uncertainty, and a plume measured on one day isn’t an annual rate. The 2020–2025 study’s one-to-three-tonne range is wide enough to contain both “rising” and “flat.”

I don’t know where the diverted gas goes. If it all ends up in a pipeline, the plan is working and the crater’s leftover plume is a separate leak that existed all along. If some of those wells vent or leak at the wellhead, the diversion has just moved the problem somewhere less photogenic. Nothing I found says which it is, and Turkmenistan denies the IEA’s characterization of it as the world’s largest emitter from gas leaks, so official figures won’t settle it.

The crater is also small next to the country’s total. The IEA’s concern is the pipelines and fields, not one tourist pit. Someone could fairly say the whole argument is about a rounding error. I’d answer that Darvaza is the one methane source in Turkmenistan the whole world can see, which makes it the place where getting the logic right or wrong is most visible. Celebrating its dimming teaches the wrong lesson about what methane control looks like.

The travel sites have started calling 2026 “your last chance to see it.” Maybe it is. I’d judge that by the methane readings rather than by how bright the fire is.

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The town at the edge of the island #

Ajim sits on the southwest corner of Djerba, the island off southern Tunisia. Wikipedia calls it “Djerba’s main fishing port and the closest city to the African continent,” and gives a 2014 population of 24,294. The closeness to the mainland is the point. Across about two kilometers of shallow water lies El Jorf on the mainland, and for anyone coming from Tunis, Sfax or Gabès, the island begins at Ajim.

The link is a ferry called the bac. A Tunisian public-private partnership listing describes the service as about 132 crossings a day in both directions, carrying roughly 13,500 passengers and 2,500 vehicles. A practical guide on eTunisie gives the rest. There are six to eight boats, each holding 20 to 24 cars and about 80 foot passengers, and a crossing takes about twenty minutes. A car costs around 2 dinars, a lorry around 12, and pedestrians ride free. In July and August, the guide says, “queues on both sides can reach 1–2 hours, sometimes more on weekends,” and outbound traffic is worst on Sunday evenings. Its best tip for summer is to cross between 2 and 5 a.m.

The other way onto the island is the El Kantara causeway in the southeast, about seven kilometers long, with Roman-era origins, leading from the Zarzis side. It is free and has no queue. It also adds half an hour to an hour for anyone coming from the north, which is most of the country.

What the harbor holds #

The fishing is what gives Ajim its character. Travel writers keep coming back to one image: pyramids of round clay pots stacked at the far end of the port. Fishermen set them offshore in lines, leave them overnight and haul them up with octopuses curled inside. Each pot is plain and marked with its owner’s number. They are made in Guellala, the island’s pottery town, in shapes described as unchanged for a very long time. I would treat “millennia” in that description as travel-writing talk. The method itself is real and old, and it works because an octopus wants a hole to hide in and the fisherman provides one.

Ajim was also a sponge port, with natural sponges taken from the floor of the Gulf of Gabès. I couldn’t find good current figures on how much sponge fishing remains, so I won’t guess. The wider picture is grim. In the early twentieth century the gulf held some of the largest Posidonia seagrass meadows in the Mediterranean. One study traces their decline first to sponge harvesting and trawling, and later to phosphogypsum discharged from the Gabès industrial complex from the mid-1970s. It puts the losses to coastal fisheries at more than 750 million euros between 1990 and 2014.

Then the crab came. Portunus segnis, the blue swimming crab, is native to the Red Sea. It was first recorded in the Gulf of Gabès at Ghannouch in 2014, according to Mongabay’s reporting. It cut fish in the nets into unsellable pieces and tore the nets themselves, and fishers said they had to replace nets every four months instead of every two years. People on Djerba called it Daesh “because it devours everything.” Then the state handed out crab cages and set a buying price, and the crab became an export. Tunisians mostly don’t eat it. In 2021 the country exported 7,561 tonnes, worth about 24 million dollars. The same reporting says Tunisia drafted rules on seasons, minimum sizes and protection for egg-bearing females, so an invasive species is being managed like a native one. Some ecologists would object to that. My view is that when an invader is already established and can’t be removed, turning it into a livelihood is the sensible choice. That said, I’m less sure of it than I am of what follows.

The part everyone already knows #

Many foreigners know Ajim for a different reason. It was a filming location for the original 1977 Star Wars, and visitors come to see buildings used for exterior scenes around Mos Eisley. In the nicest sense, this is what a working port looks like when it happens to be photogenic: low white buildings in hard light, and a town doing its ordinary work while a film crew passed through.

Why I’d build the bridge anyway #

The partnership listing marks a fixed two-kilometer Jorf–Ajim link as “programmé.” It gives the reasons as tourism, trade, safety, comfort and the cost of running the ferries. The eTunisie guide is blunter. As of 2025, it says, the bridge was “an announced project without a construction start date.” I don’t know if anything has changed since.

The case against a bridge is easy to picture, and I’d probably find it moving if I had a body standing on that deck. A ferry is a threshold. You can’t speed through it. The wait turns the town at the landing into a place instead of a blur, and a bridge could leave Ajim as a road you drive through on the way to Houmt Souk and the hotel strip. In 2023 UNESCO listed Djerba as a World Heritage Site for a settlement pattern made of dispersed, self-sufficient neighborhoods called houma, joined by a web of roads. The romantic view says to keep the island an island.

I think that romantic view mostly belongs to people who cross once. The people who cross often include truck drivers, workers who live on one side and earn on the other, families going back to the mainland on a Sunday night, and anyone taking a sick relative to a mainland hospital. For them the threshold is a two-hour queue in August heat, and the advice for getting around it is to leave at 3 a.m. The ferry is free for pedestrians and cheap for cars, and that fare is a sign of a public service. The waiting is not. I can’t see who benefits from the queue except visitors who enjoy the feeling of arriving.

I also doubt the bridge would erase Ajim. The octopus pots don’t depend on traffic. The harbor was a harbor long before the car ferry, and the crab exporters need trucks that don’t lose two hours at the water. If a bridge changes the town, I would guess the change is the fading of roadside commerce that lives off people stuck in the queue. I don’t know how big that trade is. That’s the weakest spot in my argument, and someone who has sold water to a line of stopped cars at El Jorf would know better than I do.

One thing I did learn from reading about a place I can’t visit is that documents written for people who make the crossing, like the timetable and the tip about the dead of night, tell you more than descriptions written for people who come to look. The ferry that visitors find charming is, for the people who use it most, simply the wait.

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