Wooah, we’re going to the Islands!

Trip Start Mar 02, 2011
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Trip End Nov 20, 2011


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Monday, September 12, 2011

Back on the mainland, I had snagged myself a pretty good deal onboard a cruise boat called, seriously, 'Yate Darwin'! It must have been fate. Well the good old Darwin shipmates accidently forgot to pick me up… So I had to go and find this beaut of a boat in the harbor. No problem. Safely on board through cunning, wit and adventures I’ll have to tell another day, I tucked into the most delicious lunch. I have no idea what it was but it ended in the freshest melon I’d had for a long time. That afternoon we had our first adventure – one of 2 or 3 a day. Billy (the Kid) our guide took us up to a tortoise ranch. Now when he mentioned ranch, I have to admit I had images of me riding Lonesome George side saddle. This unfortunately was not to be, however we did see a lot of tortoises and now feel somewhat qualified to advise others of their ways including mating habits, noises, noises during mating among others. It’s intriguing stuff.

The time came to bid adieu to these fine fellows and despite Billy pointing out yet more tortoises, it didn’t have its initial impact after a while. Tortoises, tick.

That evening I met the rest of our contingent onboard. As usual everyone seemed very amiable – with the exception of a couple of Swiss ladies who looked like they had had the sides of their mouths weighed down with bullion. Not happy Swiss, but I probably wouldn’t be if I had to leave all that lovely chocolate behind either. I had made the mistake earlier on of attempting to practice my Spanish on the head waiter, Lenini. Although this meant that I was always served first and with the finest of flourishes, it also meant that for the next few days he assumed I spoke Spanish and could understand his patter. I managed to bypass most conversations with a "si, si, ah no, si! Gracias, ciao". Might have to brush up on the old Hispagnola before I leave South America.

That night we sailed. Now, I’ve done the odd bit of motoring around various islands, sailing through choppy seas and unforgiving squalls. However I’ve never been in such a small bunk that if I rolled over I could actually wedge myself betwixt bed and roof. Felt like bleedin’ Alice in Wonderland post drink. Anyway, that’ll teach me not to wiggle around so much I guess.
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