Urbina Bay, Isabela Island; Monday 7 November

I think today has to be dedicated to Pete. He was the one that told me to write about the weird places I go, to share with him the places he could not travel. And there are lots of boobie pics.

The Galapagos trip ended up being a saga rather than a post. For links to the whole trip please go to the first Galapagos post.

At this point I am really screwy about what day it was and what island we were on. The pace was both comfortable and grueling. Mostly because I wasn't going to miss out on anything.

Some of the photos in the last post were of this day's hike on Isabela island. I will post mostly stuff from the panga ride. I think the panga rides were my favorite thing. Towards the end are few shots from the snorkeling collection.

As always, the photos are all mine unless otherwise credited. If you don't want to see the text (and I don't blame you) click on any of the photos to get a slide show.

If I had taken better notes
I could have told you the name of this bird.
The main thing is how it really looks
like the rocks.

Cormorant Nesting

Flightless Cormorant

Penguin zoomed

Penguin not zoomed
Look how high he is on the rocks. They don't fly.

Two boobies

Lots of boobies

A flock of boobies

Boobies taking flight

The rock in this area is mostly ash fall
Lovely wind and sea sculpted rock layers

I know this is a lot of rocks, but really cool rock layers

I did not color correct any of these photos.
This is just what we saw.

Sea Lion with iguana

Sea Lion with iguana, not zoomed

Sea lion waving

Snorkeling was my favorite thing
Lulu photo

Lulu photo

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