It was another rough night at sea. We woke on the island of Espanola. Rachel and I sat on the white sand beach, soaking in the beauty of the turquoise water and sea lion colonies before taking a quick swim around Gardener Bay. I got scared of the ¨beach master¨¨ sea lion, or the ¨bitch master¨if you have a heavy Spànish accent like our guide does, and fell on a jagged rock on my way back to shore. Yowch. Now my left leg is home to a red fluffy pancake of a wasp bite (yes, it is that bad. One of ladies on the trip asked if I thought the mark might be permament...) and a gaping hole on my heel where I tripped on the rock. As fascinating as it is to swim with large mammals and sea turtles, they can be quite intimidating indeed. Then again, maybe I´m just a wuss.
In the afternoon we explored more of Espanola. There is an albatross ¨airport¨, a large blowhole in the lava rock, and a billion Christmas iguanas. (They´re red and greenish.) I was most fascinated by the itty-bitty, black and fuzzy sea lion pups. Some were born mere hours ago and were still attached to the placenta and umbilical cord. The little guys were so adorable that I wanted to pack one in my pillow case and take him home with me.
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If you bring a sea lion pup home I promise I will help you raise it!
I just nearly spat my cup of tea out at 'bitch master' that is hilarious, i thought the exact same thing but didn't want to say anything. How is the wasp bite by the way?
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