Did the guide say we will be doing another walk at 5.45am? Yes, he did.
Overnight the boat had sailed to Floreana island in the far south which mercifully was not getting the lashing rain of yesterday.
The same mercy is not being shown by our guide who continues to squawk, screech, croak, howl and hoot, like no animal I have heard on the Galapagos at every opportunity. The amazing thing is that other people on the boat have started copying him. As a result when our dinghy pulled into shore today onlookers could have been forgiven for thinking we were day-trippers from the Ecuadorian tourettes sailing club.
In the afternoon we visited the Galapagos post office, which is just a wooden barrel on a beach where you drop your postcards off, then search through the hundreds that are already there and if you see an address close to where you live you take it for them. I picked up one which I plan to leave at the bottom of my bag for three months before taking home and leaving in the kitchen for another couple before finally feeling guilty and posting it – so exactly like a real postman then.
Early evening the boat set sail back for Santa Cruz and the town of Porta Ayora where we went into town and found a bar to have a night out on dry land.
The cane sugar rum is no more and was remarkably palatable. I imagine it would be equally useful stripping varnish off the decks.
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