5-30-22: Snorkeling off Isabella Island
The famous small Galapagos penguin! The rock. Me, getting ready to snorkle. The Snorkeling crew, 80% of which were in their twenties. My hostal, with the ocean right outside my back door. It's strangely exactly 2 hours between each island, which you have to pass in a "ferry." These ferries go about as fast as the speed of light, crashing down slapping across the waves and causing the passengers to have their backs raised off the seats and pummeled back down into them. In the past 3 days, I have had to ride 3 of these merciless ferries. Then one more, to go snorkeling. My back feels like I need 50 massages. It is hard to walk; it is hard to sit. I have to be battered by one more of these ferries to get back to San Cristobal Island this afternoon, from which I will fly out of the Galapagos tomorrow morning. It will b...