Thursday February 26 and Friday February 27
We woke early Thursday morning at the Tortoise Camp after a very windy night. It is funny how quickly we become acclimated to a new experience. When we first saw giant tortoises on Fernandina we were excited and amazed. At the tortoise camp, you could stand in one spot and count 17 of them all around you… to the point where you almost forgot to notice them, unless one sighed nearby. The sigh is their expelling air to enable them to tuck their heads and legs in under the edge of their shells; not completely the way box turtle does, but enough to protect the more tender parts.
While others in our group enjoyed a coffee tasting from a local coffee company, we continued our search for the Painted Bill Crake, a small dark marsh dwelling bird. We had gotten glimpses of it Wednesday night but our excellent guide, Jonathan, was determined to enable us to get a photo. We saw the bird one more fleeting time and heard it several times. We have been so lucky that one of the two trip leaders is a professional birding guide!
After breakfast on Thursday we returned to Puerto Ayora and our ship. The next scheduled stop was a sheltered bay in the east (leeward) side of the island of Santa Fe. Santa Fe counts as one of the “eastern” islands in the archipelago, which means it is older and more eroded than Isabela for example. Our plans called for snorkeling or kayaking followed by a short walk on shore in search of some new endemic species.
The wind continued to blow from the northeast, a very unusual direction. The two hour cruise to Santa Fe was quite rough. When we arrived, the bay was also very rough as it was in the direct path of the wind (rather than in the lee of the island as with the usual southwesterly wind direction). It was unsafe even to anchor the ship there, let alone snorkel.
In keeping with the national park rules, we proceeded to our next scheduled stop, the island of San Cristobal. This meant another three hours of rough waters. We spent the time on deck. We were rewarded with a large pod of bottlenose dolphins “bow-running” as well as some large flocks of seabirds. Unfortunately a number of our colleagues did not enjoy the afternoon very much.
San Cristobal is home to the largest sea lion colony in the Galapagos. We walked along the boardwalk and enjoyed watching mothers and babies interact on the rocks below. On the town sidewalks near the harbor, the sea lions were everywhere, including taking over most of the benches for their own siestas.
Friday morning was our scheduled departure from the ship, but the captain and trip leaders had a few more treats in store for us. We went on a dawn zodiac ride along the edge of a small island off the coast of San Cristobal. We watched sea lions playing in the water and sleeping on the rocks, and got one more look at great Frigatebirds and Blue-footed Boobies.
After breakfast and departing the ship for the last time, we had an hour of free time in town before we left for the airport. Jonathan, who lives in San Cristobal and went to university there, took us to a small microbrewery run by a former national park ranger. It was well off the beaten track and a wonderful, warm, and quirky way to end our time in the Galapagos.
Pictured: Giant Tortoise at the camp, locals sharing a bench, Male Great Frigatebird flying with a fully inflated sac, sea lions climbing over one another at the town pier, blue-footed booby posing, dolphins bow-running, endangered Galápagos Petrel








































