Galapagos Islands Trip
23rd December
This
adventure was taking me to the Galapagos Islands, 600 miles off the coast of
Ecuador - the entire archipelago a World Heritage Site, so it must be something
special! We flew over the Atlantic, towards South America – crossing north
Venezuela and Colombia. We landed in Quito, a very mountainous area, and part
of The Andes, locally known as the Valley of the Volcanoes. When I arrived at
my hotel, the tour guide was delighted to see me – I was the last to arrive! After
a briefing on the trip, we were taken for an evening meal. There were 14 of us,
another English lady, 2 ladies who were teachers from San Francisco, 2 sisters
(both attorneys) from New York, a family with 2 boys from Miami and a family
from Canada with 2 teenage girls! It was going to be a very interesting trip!
After a lovely meal together, we headed back to the hotel - we had got to be up
before 6am the next day. I can hardly remember falling into bed; it had been 47
hours since I got out of my bed!
24th December
I
woke up about 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep, and so I had a shower and got
ready for the day ahead! The domestic airport at Quito was really small and
after many inspections we were on our way to San Cristobal Island. We arrived
just before lunchtime and were met by
Zambo (our local guide for the week). 
After lunch we went up to the top of San Cristobal, from where
we had the most amazing views out over the Pacific. We saw Kicker Rock (the
remains of an underwater volcano rising 150m out of the sea) – which we would
be visiting tomorrow. It was an awesome sight standing alone in the calm ocean.
Afterwards came the scary bit! We were
all put on mountain bikes and had an exhilarating down hill ride through the
highlands, stopping occasionally to admire and taste local flora and fauna. We
eventually arrived at the beach La Loberia, where we watched sea lions sun
bathing, playing and showing off; and we saw marine iguanas, which were very
hard to spot on the black lava rocks. 
As the sun began to set, we biked back to
town, I had been worried about whether or not I was fit enough for this part of
the trip, and once I had found out that half of the group were tri-athletes or
marathon runners – I felt even worse. When I got back, my legs were rather
wobbly – goodness knows if I was going to be able to walk tomorrow!!! Next we
had to try to get ready to go out for our evening meal; the power kept going
off (so you couldn’t see anything in your room) and the shower was freezing
cold! We walked a short way down the promenade to a small restaurant where we
all ate a delicious meal al fresco; we had chicken, fresh fish, vegetables and
potatoes – followed by ice cream. Then I went a walk around the bay, passing
hundreds more sea lions, many with their babies, all beached up for the night.
There were many people, especially families, out for the evening, walking and
playing with their children. There was even a Santa Claus giving presents to
the children on the beachfront – it was Christmas Eve after all.
25th December
I
woke up feeling great and my legs moved when I asked them to get out of bed –
Merry Christmas! We had breakfast – outside by the sea. What a start to the
day, the sun was shining and the sea was calm - although that didn’t stop me
taking seasickness tablets in anticipation of what lay ahead! We had to try
wetsuits on and make sure that we had flippers that fit - then it was off on
the boat for our Christmas day adventure. There was quite a sight in the
harbour – two sea lions had climbed into one of the speed boats – its’ owner was
going to have quite a shock! We travelled past some dark basalt cliffs where
Frigate birds and Blue Footed Boobies were nesting; enroute to our first stop
Sea Lion Island (Isla de Lobos). We got kitted up into our wetsuits and had to
jump off the boat! 
The calm turquoise waters were enticing – but it still took
some doing! It felt a rather like the bike ride yesterday…. nearly everyone
else was an expert. Not wanting to miss out, in I went! We hadn’t been in the
water long, when sea lions decided to come and check us out. They were swimming
around us, above and below us – far too fast to get a photo – it was the most
incredible experience! We snorkelled for about an hour with the colourful
marine life, until it started to get busy, then our guide said it was time to
move
to Kicker Rock. From a distance
this was a truly impressive sight, but as we approached it, it was so high and
the ocean out there was so dark it looked sinister and scary. The rock
formation was split into two, with a narrow corridor separating them, and boats
were no longer allowed through this channel. Our “mission” was to swim with the
current, through this deep, dark channel of water and meet the boat on the
opposite side. Well it didn’t look that hard, so I prepared myself to jump
overboard again. It was a bit daunting though – just total darkness below.
Anyway, in I went again. We had only been in the water a minute, or two at the
most, when someone saw a shark - a shark just about six or eight feet below us!
It didn’t feel as scary as it ought to have done; it was one of those “special”
moments. The experience got more intense, as all of a sudden, there were at
least fifty sharks below us, white tip sharks, black sharks, reef sharks and
even a hammerhead shark. Then there was a shoal of black Eagle rays gliding
just below our feet. I was so in awe and mesmerised by what I was seeing that I
think I forgot the breath. 
One girl had a panic attack when she saw so many
sharks and had to be taken back to the boat; but the rest of us went back
through the channel a second time. This time I knew what to expect, although we
had been told that the sharks would probably have left the area by now. No!
They were still there, Zambo reckoned that there were at least 150 sharks – he
had never swum with so many before. It was one of the most incredible hours of
my life; and definitely “a Jacques Cousteau moment”! After wearing ourselves out, we had Christmas Lunch on the boat
(it is against the law to take any food onto the shore), which was rice, a
slice of turkey and some coleslaw. Then we anchored up at Puerto Grande, a
beautiful sandy beach accessible only by boat, and were allowed to get off to
have a swim or go for a walk. I opted for a walk and spotted several marine
iguanas, completely oblivious to us, sunbathing on the black rocks. There were
sea lions and turtles all around us – these were feeling quite commonplace now!
After our lunchbreak, we returned to Sea Lion Island to look for more turtles;
there were a few about, but the visibility wasn’t very good, the sea had become
choppy, and waves were crashing over our heads! Tim decided to abandon this
session and we headed back to town, and were taken to the Interpretation
Centre, where we were learnt about the history and the mysteries of the
Galapagos - from its discovery to the present day efforts to protect this
amazing World Heritage site. After a quick shower (whilst the electricity was
on) we went out for an evening meal overlooking the beautiful ocean and
reflected on one of the most memorable Christmas days ever.
26th December
I
woke up early again, but didn’t mind because I had slept well, and surprisingly
I hadn’t dreamt about being eaten by sharks! I went for a last walk along San
Cristobal’s promenade, which was heaving with humans as well as sea lions. I
watched baby sea lions playing in a rock pool, and that just summed up this
place – it was all so natural here and I was so privileged to have seen it. After breakfast, we had our bags searched by the
authorities (as you are not allowed to take any type of food, fruit, seeds etc
from one island to another) and we finally left at 8.30am for a 3-hour boat
ride to Floreana – I wasn’t looking forward to this bit. The boat wasn’t very
big and the swell of the ocean was huge! We had been going for about 2 hours,
when a pod of dolphins came alongside us jumping out of the water – that was a
lovely sight and made us all forget about feeling ill for a while. We passed
some cliffs where courting Frigate birds had their huge red necks bloated,
nasca boobies nesting, as well as cormorants and gulls. As we approached the
island there was a loud “bang” and the boat slowed to a stop – we had hit,
killed, and destroyed a turtle! Apparently this area was renowned for its
turtles. So we put our wetsuits on and jumped in. It was so cold, far colder
that it was yesterday. Before I had even become acclimatized, a sea lion came
swimming past us – just checking us out. When I saw the sea lions flipper, I
had a moment of panic because I thought it was a shark fin. A lone shark was a
terrifying thought! A few hundred sharks just below us yesterday was nothing to
worry about! We saw several large rays and two turtles – one swam so close to
me that I struggled to get out of its way and avoid touching it. We were all
shivering when we climbed back on board and were glad to be given some lunch
and a warm drink, before trying to get off the boat at the next island. We all
had to climb off our boat onto a small taxi boat – and then our luggage was
loaded onto another taxi boat – all out at sea!!! 
We walked the short distance to our hotel, the Wittmers,
the home of the first settlers on Floreana. It was situated in the most idyllic
spot, on the edge of a smooth black beach, with waves lapping, birds flying
overhead and sea lions welcoming you to their home. This small island had a
population of less than 150 people, but it still had its Customs Inspectors.
After a quick change, we were loaded into an open sided bus (a cheeva) and
taken up to the highlands. After walking up a steep hill, we found ourselves at
the caves used by Pirates and Whalers hundreds of years ago; this was also
where the Wittmers first lived in when they arrived in the 1930’s. On the way
back down, there was a forested area with some giant tortoises - these ones
were nearly all female only weighing 150 pounds.
Hopefully we would get to see
some of the big 600-pound males later on the trip. We returned to our beachside
accommodation just in time to enjoy the last light of the day, before heading
out to the Baronesa for dinner. Everyone was complaining that they felt like
they were still on the boat, and everything was moving – I was so glad that it
wasn’t just me! Walking back from the restaurant, we found a shop open (a
wooden hut actually), and treated ourselves to an ice cream – which ended the
day off perfectly. I went to bed listening to the waves lapping up on the shore
only a matter of feet away.
27th December
I was awake far too early this morning, I
could blame the waves for waking me, or the cockerel crowing, but it was
probably the fact that we were all going to bed too early! I packed my case and
day bag and went down onto the beach, and I found the corral where the Wittmers
pet tortoise lived. Then I walked
around to the pier where I watched the land iguanas taking in the first rays of
the day – they were so different from the marine iguanas. 
They were so
colourful, green, red and orange – and they showed up brilliantly against the
black rocks, heads held high and always facing the ocean. There were sea lions
about as normal, and one actually jumped into one of the boats anchored off
shore - next to ours.
We all went up to the restaurant for breakfast whilst our bags
were loaded back onto the boat. Then it was our turn, I am glad that the sea
was calm. I had another seasickness tablet before we headed off to Isabela
Island, the largest of the Galapagos Islands about 3 hours away. What a
beautiful place it was - clear blue waters, long white beaches and civilization
– a few bars and shops. We climbed aboard a cheeva again and were taken to the
La Laguna Hotel, which was in a lovely spot between the lagoon and the beach.
After lunch, Zambo took us for a walk around
the town, before we headed off to visit the Wall of Tears (an enormous structure built
by convicts in the middle of the 20th century). The wall itself was
9 metres high and wide, and approximately 150 metres long. It was only built to
keep the prisoners occupied, but in these severe conditions many of them died.
Their bodies were thrown into the wall as it was being built – hence “The Wall
of Tears” as people came to the wall and cried for their loved ones. Then we
had to walk up 200 steps to a lookout point – that nearly killed me off. My
legs had only just recovered from the bike ride a few days ago, and all of
those steps on a hot, humid afternoon was real hard going. I was beginning to
dread tomorrow’s 25-kilometre hike! Our next stop was Isabela’s Giant Tortoise
Breeding Centre, where we saw them in all stages of their development, from
being incubated, to hatching and being kept in corrals until they were about 6
years old. That is when they are released into the wild. The centre has almost
1000 giant tortoises training for life in the wild; and the highlight of the
afternoon, was when we were told to put our cameras away, and then we each got
the chance to hold a baby tortoise that was only 20 days old – it was so tiny,
it didn’t seem real. We walked back to town through the mangroves and stopped
at a beach bar to enjoy a Pina Colada. It was a perfect end to our day.
28th December
I
woke up at my usual 4am and had a gentle stroll around the lagoon just to make
sure my legs were working properly. Part if me was dreading today – 8 hours
hiking up the Sierra Negra Volcano, one
of the most active volcanoes in the Galapagos; its last eruption was only in
October 2006. The first part was going to be a short uphill hike, but it was 45
minutes straight up just like climbing stairs, with nowhere to rest - I thought
I was going to have a heart attack. But when we arrived at the perimeter of the
caldera, we were told that the worst bit was over. I had learned not to believe
anything Zambo said anymore – but as we were at the highest point, it couldn’t
be any worse.
We had an amazing 9 kilometre view at the rim that stretched
across one of the most active calderas in the world. We could see where the
last eruption had been in 2006 and where the lava flow had reached – it was so
black. But around the top it was green with new vegetation. It was still hard
going, we were in single file for over an hour and you couldn’t take your eyes
off the path for a moment because there were so many branches and tree stumps
sticking out. I tried to glance at the scenery - and ended up in the ferns and
mud at the side of the path – embarrassed or what! We continued to traverse the
vast lava fields of Chico volcano, stopping at several welcomed lookout spots,
with breath taking views of the north of Isabela Island. After lunch we had
another hour of very rough lava, and then we could see the Pacific Ocean, three
more volcanoes and the island of Ferdinand in the distance. Then we all had a
few quiet moments to reflect on our achievement before heading back. We managed
to get down quicker that we went up, and it was strange that after such high
temperatures, we walked through dense cloud again and ended up quite damp by
the time we reached the bus. We had walked 18 kilometres through some of the
roughest and steepest terrain imaginable.
On the way back to the hotel we stopped
at a disused quarry where we saw a flock of pink flamingos. I didn’t know, but
they are pink because of all the shrimps they eat – biology lesson for the day!
It was a beautiful sight, the pretty pink birds against the calm serene waters.
There were also many colourful plants along the roadside, blue hydrangeas,
yuccas, prickly pear and candelabra cactus. After enjoying a hearty sense of
accomplishment, we made our way back to the hotel, where a good shower was a
must before heading down to the beach for a well-deserved Pina Colada and one
of the most magnificent sunsets imaginable. What a treat!I had a well-earned lie-in this morning until 6am – I must have needed it after all of the exertion yesterday. We had an early breakfast, and headed down to the waterfront! We all struggled into our wetsuits – which were still a bit damp from two days ago. We spent a short while paddling in the calm blue waters with small Galapagos penguins, blue footed boobies, brown pelicans and of course, the ever inquisitive sea lions. Then we went kayaking across the bay, out into the rough ocean where the waves nearly filled the kayak with water. We stopped at some black rocks to see blue-footed boobies nesting, and went around the coastline watching the Magnificent Frigate birds – before heading back to shore. There were so many sea lions and rays around us - it was amazing. Next we jumped into a taxi boat and were taken to a calm inlet, where we put on our flippers and masks, and slid down off the jagged black rocks into the ocean. Once in the water, we headed off across the bay; it was like being in a marine fish tank. The amazing variety of colourful fish that we saw was indescribable. There were so many that I could never hope to remember their names; we saw a spectacular bright blue starfish, golden and eagle spotted rays and turtles. There was a hawksbill turtle hiding under a rock – he was so cute. Then just as we almost reached the far side of the bay, quite satisfied with what we had seen – we came across a group of about twenty green sea turtles. They were in front of us, behind us, above us – they were everywhere.
Zambo took my camera and dived down to the ocean floor and took one
of the most fantastic photographs ever – just inches from a turtles face. It
was one of those “special” moments that you only get the chance to experience
once in your life. It was “on par” with our “Shark experience” on Christmas
day. After scrambling up the rocks to get out of the water again, the taxi boat
took us to Tintoreras, a conservation area. This isolated islet was pure lava
rock and a popular land and marine iguana-nesting site. We saw a 10 foot wide
gorge that was several hundred feet long - known as Shark Alley. 
This area
filled up at high tide, but when the tide receded, anything inside it at the
time was trapped. There were at least a dozen white tipped reef sharks, a large
female turtle that was at least 50 years old, as well as numerous fish – quite
an amazing sight; especially as on the other side of the lava wall, turtles,
sharks and sea lions swam freely in the clear blue lagoon. We headed back to
the hotel for a late lunch and then had a walk down the long white sandy beach
for an hour or two. After dinner we watched a video of the Sierra Negra eruption
in 2006 – which now felt quite personal after we had walked there yesterday.
30th December
We got up at 5.30am and after
loading everything back onto our boat, we left Isabela Island, which certainly
lived up to its name as “the loveliest island in the archipelago”. We were
heading for our final stop - Santa Cruz Island. We visited the Charles Darwin
Research Centre where we learned of its success in repopulating the islands
with endangered land iguanas and several species of the Giant Tortoise. From the
collection of the eggs, to the age of release, we observed how the giant
tortoises were raised and readied for life on their own - as well as seeing
Lonesome George – the last Tortoise of his species from Pinta Island. 
After
breakfast we were taken by bus to the
Highlands, to an underground lava tunnel. It was pitch black inside the tunnel,
and very high – it reminded me of a railway tunnel. Then we visited Primicias
Ranch and saw Giant Tortoises everywhere, crossing the roads, in the fields,
around a watering hole and even underneath cars. It was very green and lush in
this area and the ground was covered with grass and flowers – ideal food for
these tortoises from Santa Cruz Island. It was tortoises from other islands
that had long necks – because their food (mainly tall cacti) was higher up. Our
next stop was a huge sinkhole – made from a magma chamber millions of years
ago. It was quite a dramatic view both across it and down into it. These stops
were enroute to the ferry over to island of Baltra, and the airport. We all
said our emotional goodbyes to Zambo. We had been such a close group for the
past week or so, had such a special Christmas – and now it was over. I had
found the Galapagos Islands the most special place, everyone was genuinely
friendly, everywhere was clean and tidy and all of our activities were so well
planned. As Zambo had said when we first arrived “If you have good karma – you
will see lots of things”; well we saw everything and more. We flew back to
Quito, where there we found a real carnival atmosphere. We were told to just
drop our bags as we were going a walk along the Amazonas (a district of Quito)
to see what was happening. Anyway, it was nearly dark, about 6.30pm and
everywhere was buzzing! There was different music playing on every street
corner, different stages with different themes (some political) every hundred
yards, and so many people were dressed up in costumes. After we had been
walking along with the carnival for about 2 hours, we were taken to Uncle Ho’s
Asian restaurant for dinner - which was owned by an Irishman called Kevin. He
made us all most welcome, we could choose anything off the menu – and our
drinks were free of charge too! It was 10pm when we got back to the hotel and
we were all still in the clothes that we had left in this morning; we agreed
that we would put our glad rags on and meet back down in reception in an hour,
and go out for a short while and see the New Year in. We headed with nothing of
importance on us, except a little money in our pockets. Estavan had shown us
the best places to go, so six of us headed off to the Irish Bar, where Kevin
was expecting us. It was not too busy, there was lots of music and we all felt
really comfortable. Just before midnight they put CNN on the TV because we were
on the same time as New York, and we had the countdown for 2012 - which always
makes me cry! After that we all danced away, they played New York, New York
which was very appropriate, but when they played Auld Lang’s Eye, the Americans
didn’t know what to do to it! Once it got to 12.45am, we were told that the
best place in town to go was Bungalow Six. Kevin took us all along there and we
were treated like VIP’s. We were taken in the VIP entrance, we didn’t have to
pay, and we were looked after really well. One o’clock came and went (our
planned bedtime), and we all danced the night away. I couldn’t believe myself,
here I was in the capital of Ecuador clubbing on New Year’s Eve.
1st January
Happy New Year! I got up in time to say goodbye to everyone. I had wanted to have a nice long relaxing bath - but there was still no water! Apparently the water tank had blown up and there wouldn’t be any water all day – so I was given a black bucket full of lukewarm water! I repacked my case, for the last time and sat in reception waiting for my taxi to take me to the airport – I was the last one of our group to leave. I spoke to another guest, a Brazilian lady who was terribly distraught; she had just put her cases into a taxi, and the taxi driver had driven off with them before she could get in! She was waiting for the police to arrive – how awful! Well, I waited and waited, but my taxi didn’t come, in the end the receptionist ordered me a taxi and I was very relieved to finally reach the airport safely.
Happy New Year! I got up in time to say goodbye to everyone. I had wanted to have a nice long relaxing bath - but there was still no water! Apparently the water tank had blown up and there wouldn’t be any water all day – so I was given a black bucket full of lukewarm water! I repacked my case, for the last time and sat in reception waiting for my taxi to take me to the airport – I was the last one of our group to leave. I spoke to another guest, a Brazilian lady who was terribly distraught; she had just put her cases into a taxi, and the taxi driver had driven off with them before she could get in! She was waiting for the police to arrive – how awful! Well, I waited and waited, but my taxi didn’t come, in the end the receptionist ordered me a taxi and I was very relieved to finally reach the airport safely.
On reflection, it had been
one of the friendliest groups of people that I have ever travelled with; there
had been emotional goodbyes with every one of them and I felt like I had made
lifelong friends. I don’t think I could ever have had a more memorable
Christmas; and I felt so very privileged to have had the opportunity to see all
of those creatures in such close proximity. The Galapagos Islands, The
Enchanted Islands certainly lived up to their name and would remember them with
such fond memories forever.
Thank you for ready my memories of my trip to the Galapagos - I hope that you enjoyed it.
Lynne
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