Northbound

Horns honked all around us as we drove away from the airport terminal. The water we drank was heavily chlorinated. Two local buses boxed us in and spewed their black fumes through our open windows while a jet plane passed just 100 feet over our head. A woman breast fed her sleeping child from the back of a motorcycle. We were more than 3,000 miles away from clean and quiet Patagonia, sorry to leave, but also excited about our new destination: the Galapagos.



Mangroves!

Naturally, I'm posting this a week late... At this point we are back from our tour. We flew in with no trouble, found a hostel, and hit up the town to search for tours. We happened upon a cruise that was leaving in two hours that gave us an awesome deal for being last minute sign ups. When shown to our private cabins, we realized that we had accidentally made our way onto a luxury cruise! Ahhh, the beauty of being a last minute sign up during the slow season....