It was a rough night at sea. Water thrashed violently against the hull of the boat, and the engine roared. The cabin windows rattled and my stomach rose and fell with each passing wave. Needless to say, I did not sleep well.
In the morning, we explored the island of Floreana. There´s a mailbox here where tourists place unstamped postcards for fellow tourists to take and hand deliver. It´s some tradition leftover from the sailor-era. Anyhow, Rachel and I grabbed a Boston-bound postcard and placed 2 self-addressed cards in the box. I wonder when they´ll arrive in Somerville...or maybe I should say, I wonder IF they´ll arrive in Somerville.
Later we snorkelled in bone-chillingly cold water. Wetsuits are great but they certainly do not work miracles for the scrawny. The current was rough and it took 2 cups of hot tea and a bowl of soup for me to restore my body temperature. Our shower is hot, but the bathroom reeks of sewage which makes for an unpleasant shower. I seriously have to plug my nose while I pee. Neither Rachel or I can figure out what the problem is.
In the afternoon we observed black frigate birds as they swept down to a white sand beach and snatched baby turtle eggs. Just beyond the beach we found a toilet-brown lagoon full of flaming pink flamingos. We were supposed to have a ¨wet landing¨on the beach for this exploration, but our dinghy driver has figured out that I have no balance and am one seriously wobbly woman so he threw me on his back and gave me a personal ¨dry landing¨ aka a piggyback ride to shore. It was great.
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