Floreana Island
No sunrise for this early visit at the Post Office Bay, but another rainy morning. Everyone was properly equipped, with raincoat and postcard in hand. I was checking the ever-changing Post Office Barrel, noticing the new names carved on drift wood and some others that have been removed. The oldest I could find? Windcall, 72… what history lies behind this name? This place is to me a sanctuary holding memories, and this morning we just repeated the whaling tradition, over again.
At Champion Island, the pangas took to the waves while we all got ready to jump into the water. The spectacle awaiting us there was astonishing – a great level of activity including dusky chubs and Creole fish, together with grunts and King Angel; a wall made of Pacific barracudas at the side; Bonitos in a school of fish; Boobies diving for salemas; and the sea lions…
Just the presence of sea lions immediately attracts everyone’s attention, as they become the stars of the snorkeling outing. How wouldn’t they? With such agility and curiosity toward us, it’s always a thrilling experience to share a game with them on the waves.
Actually, and without a doubt, today's highlight was the visit of one of those fellows aboard the ship! The youngster took advantage of the fact that nobody was at the embarking area and granted himself the permission to come aboard and visit the new ship as far as into the laundry!!! It’s always a pleasure to receive a friendly and unexpected visit!
At Punta Cormorant, the flamingoes remained a pinky spot into the distance of the lagoon, reflecting the grey sky. On the beach, a frigate surveyed the turtle nesting site in search of some hatchlings… and got some. It surprises me to see turtles hatching already. Tonight, while we’ll be sailing to our next destination, some other turtles will be running to their fate, and I can’t help but admire the natural tenacity in their struggle to survive.
No sunrise for this early visit at the Post Office Bay, but another rainy morning. Everyone was properly equipped, with raincoat and postcard in hand. I was checking the ever-changing Post Office Barrel, noticing the new names carved on drift wood and some others that have been removed. The oldest I could find? Windcall, 72… what history lies behind this name? This place is to me a sanctuary holding memories, and this morning we just repeated the whaling tradition, over again.
At Champion Island, the pangas took to the waves while we all got ready to jump into the water. The spectacle awaiting us there was astonishing – a great level of activity including dusky chubs and Creole fish, together with grunts and King Angel; a wall made of Pacific barracudas at the side; Bonitos in a school of fish; Boobies diving for salemas; and the sea lions…
Just the presence of sea lions immediately attracts everyone’s attention, as they become the stars of the snorkeling outing. How wouldn’t they? With such agility and curiosity toward us, it’s always a thrilling experience to share a game with them on the waves.
Actually, and without a doubt, today's highlight was the visit of one of those fellows aboard the ship! The youngster took advantage of the fact that nobody was at the embarking area and granted himself the permission to come aboard and visit the new ship as far as into the laundry!!! It’s always a pleasure to receive a friendly and unexpected visit!
At Punta Cormorant, the flamingoes remained a pinky spot into the distance of the lagoon, reflecting the grey sky. On the beach, a frigate surveyed the turtle nesting site in search of some hatchlings… and got some. It surprises me to see turtles hatching already. Tonight, while we’ll be sailing to our next destination, some other turtles will be running to their fate, and I can’t help but admire the natural tenacity in their struggle to survive.
