Another early morning – this time due to the outrageous heat. Two hiking options were on the agenda today, both trails leaving from Puerto Ayora.
Option one came with the following instructions: 'Follow the main road north 22km from town and turn left at the sign warning that many tourists have been killed doing this trail, follow the badly overgrown path for 3kms over two barbed wire fences until you reach a wooden memorial to a dead Israeli tourist, turn left here and the trail begins to get confusing – bring water, food and a GPS'
The other option was to walk along the beach until tired then turn back. Which is what we did.
We immediately saw a marine iguana coming out from the ocean and spent the next 30 minutes taking about 1000 photos, studying it from every conceivable angle and generally stopping it from going about it's daily business before finally growing bored and moving on. Two minutes later we saw another, then another, then another in fact there are thousands of them so I deleted 998 photos. The highlight was a bird called the blue-footed boobie (insert your own Benny Hill gag here) which happily sat on the rocks a foot away as Ciara and I rolled off another 1000 photos.
In the evening we stocked up on sailing essentials – a bottle of cane sugar rum, an eyepatch and a cutlass.
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