I have officially arrived in the Galapagos. It took a 6:40 am departure from the hotel, an 8 am flight, a mini pit-stop to refuel in Guyiaquil, a bus ride, a ferry ride, and a small boat ride to reach our yacht, but I am here. The swaying back and forth of the boat may soon nauseate me to death, but so far no retching--this is a good thing because the toilet in my cabin does not appear to be working. One big wave and Rachel and I will surely drown in a sea of urine. I suppose either Rachel or I should probably mention this to someone.
After we reached the boat, we took a mini trip to Porta Ayorta, the biggest and only real town out here. This is my last opportunity to connect to the real world until next Wednesday. Our naturalist guide informed us it would simply be us and the wilderness for the next couple days. We visited some ginormous tortoises and the Charles Darwin research center. The island is gorgeous, as is the water. It´s the most amazing shade of green.
The others on the boat seem friendly. Most are from England--I felt like a weirdo eating pizza with a fork and knife, but I went along with the flow.
Anyhow, once back on land, my next major project will be to figure out my financial delemma. Bank of America has blocked my atm card and I´m completely moneyless. I might have to join the herd of pre-pubescent boys begging to shoe shine, or sell pieces of rotten candy out in Quito in order to make it home....
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I have had so much fun reading your blog and look forward to the next update...which will also mean that you made it back to "civilization" safely.
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