Last full day of the trip, and while a group of us were up on the top deck reminiscing and watching shooting stars Jenny and the crew were salsa dancing down below. This trip was supposed to be my last to the Galapagos for a while, but instead it has made me want to come down here even more — I’m afraid that the Galapagos and Alaska will be the two places in the world that keep drawing me back to them.
We started the day with the famous view from Bartolome Island, did a cold snorkel with penguins that pooped into Paul’s mask and a puffer fish that Greg carried around like a basketball, and then motored past Daphne Island and on to North Seymour. Aaron and I hopped in a kayak and powered along to “sea lion island”, had a bit of fun playing whack-a-mole with the sea lions there, then motored home with Aaron yelling random German words for encouragement. An impromptu snorkel with a bunch of young sea lions followed, and immediately thereafter we headed onto land to hang out with the blue-footed boobies, frigate birds, and sea lions. We left the island just as the sun was sinking behind the water — a very picturesque ending for an amazing trip.