It had been a rough night, especially for Linda. The boat had rolled and bucked all night long as we crossed open water, and Linda appeared to be not quite her usual self this morning.
Our first Blue Footed Booby. You would thought it would have had the decency to turn around and look at us. It never did. At least it lifted a foot to show how it got its name.
Not the best conditions to take decent photos. Oh well, we are going to be here for a week, it’s bound to get better. I hope, I hope.
Marine Iguanas here, there, everywhere.
Sally Lightfoot crab.
Okay, so just who called this meeting?
Empty iguana egg shell. It was flexible like leather.
Look what I caught!
It’s Bandido Jr..
Just a pup.
Next to mommy it’s warm and safe.
Life and death in The Galapagos Islands.
Every time we returned to the boat from a shore excursion our footwear was hosed off. This unidentified person, who strongly resembles my wife, was a little slow on the uptake.
Breakfast buffet. Yes, everything before now to place before breakfast. Now you can see why I had no time to write the blog during the trip. And the heck of it is that I couldn't even rest when we got home, I had to go through the photos and write these posts. Poor Bob.
Usually they just lay around and soak up the sun, This one was in a hurry at first, then stopped to check our group of humans on his beach.
Silly us thinking the benches on this beach were for people.
Road block ahead.
It’s what makes the Galapagos so special.
Darned sea lions are everywhere.
This spider has all its legs drawn in.
After a hard morning of constantly stepping over and around iguanas and sea lions it feels good to put your feet up and rest. Or if your a woman, talk about what you saw.
The meals were great. Lunchtime dessert. After lunch there was always a siesta time. It was listed as mandatory. Mandatory or not, we were too tired to do anything for a while after lunch anyway.
Just sitting on a boat in the bay, watching for waves to roll my way.
Ashore after our siestas, it was tortoise time once again.
They move slowly, but they do move.
Yawn, I’m tired from that walking.
You can tell how old a young tortoise is by counting the growth rings on its shell.
When it’s time to rest, it’s time to rest.
A Giant Tortoise food fight.
Our home for the week, and yes, it is a catamaran.
It seemed everyone was out taking phots of this sunset.
This sea lion climbed up on the back of the boat.
Just before it jumped back into the water it left us a present. I can tell you from being up close taking these photos that it is the most awful smelling pile of you know what that you will ever smell. It was so bad a grabbed a nearby hose and washed it off. Nice Bob.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
It sure isn’t this guy!
Just like all great artist, I did a self portrait. Bad Bob.