This morning is our small boat and snorkeling trip. I am begining to see how all of these little adventures are pages out of a larger tourist attraction book. The tour has picked the ones that meet their theme, and the guides are trained to deliver that experience. All the while pointing out the various indigenous and invasive species.
Today, we put on our swim shorts (and our sunscreen) and headed out in one of the small water taxis for a look at Las Tintoreras. This is a low lying lava reef area right across the bay from the town and the frequent home of lots of white tipped reef sharks. These sharks are called Tintoreras in Spanish and the rocks got their name from them. I sort of thought it might be because the rocks themselves have white tips from the algae growing on then. Note that it only grows on one side of the rocks.
|White Tip Rocks?|
|Sea Turtle!!! Sea Turtle !!|
|Pablo says hi to a baby sea lion|
|White Tipped Reef?|
The rock formations are such that there are many parallel runs of lava that form channels that the sea runs through. The one meter long white tip reef sharks like to swim through these and find places to rest. Our tour boat took us out to a little park on the island where we could follow a trail around to view the sharks and the little marine iguana. There was also a good supply of sea lions playing in the little bay at the end of the trail. The lava rock in this area is the Ah Ah type lava (very sharp to walk on) and all of it is very low and flat. The only vegetation growing out here is the Mangrove since there isn’t any fresh water. A lot of Frigate birds flying around. William told the birds were here because this was the season for newly hatched Marine Iguana and the Frigate birds prey on them when they come up on the rocks to catch the sun.
|They sort of Blend right in, don't they?|
|Sea Lion waving hello|
|Sally Lightfoot Crab|
|We had to step over the baby to get back into our boat|
After we had our walk, we were all pretty hot and looking forward to the snorkeling activity. We were going to do this from the boat. Not sure why, but doing things with strangers of unknown skills and abilities in the ocean is not something that I look kindly on. Probably the old boy scout life guard thing cutting in. We did have the two nature guides in the water with us and we had two more safety crew in the boat watching. But those guys had the engine running and that is something I was taught you NEVER do with people in the water. At one point I was in the water and saw the propeller spinning 10 feet away from my precious toes. hmmmm.
And people who have never gotten into the water from a boat just invariably hesitate. The whole manuaver of getting over the side looks a lot harder and scarier than it actually is.
|Pablo Swims with his turtle|
|My Partner says high to a big guy|
|I think this is where I flooded my camera.|
My Partner and I were having a good time in the water, however. She and I did some frolocking. For a while we were in relatively deep water with those same parallel lava flows that we saw on land, only these were 20 feet deep. I was having fun diving down there. My one deep dive (perhaps 30 feet) I left my camera with her to take my picture. But I wasn't careful enough because when we got back to the surface and into the boat, I found that my camera had flooded. I think it is destroyed. I will post and mark the last picture I took with it. Sort of a tradition at this point to post the last pic of my flooded cameras. (Special note. After I got back to the States and let the camera dry for a week, it is working again !! Of course, this means I don’t have a good excuse to get a new one that has a deeper operational depth). Eventually we all were rounded back up into the boat and headed back to the hotel to get ready for our afternoon adventure.
|Hey, this guy is pretty|
|My Partner does a deep dive|
|Oops. Equipment Malfunction !!|
|Let's try that again. Why is she holding her head?|
I may have mentioned that this trip is a Road Scholar planned trip. This is a non-profit educational organization that specializes in teaching people about the world. It seems to be mainly targeted at older customers. In fact, the organization used to be called Elder Hostel. Every tour has a theme and a title. This tour is called “Survival of the Fittest”. It is supposed to be focusing on the Science and History of the Galapagos, but also supposed to have challenging physical events each day. Now, since this is a tour for older peoples (like me) the challenges are appropriately weighted, but still, they were sufficiently adventerous (Like I bet half of the graduating class of the local high school would have had some problems…). We have already had the Kayaking, Paddle Boarding, stair climbing, Snorkeling, and Volcano Rock Hiking. Sort of running out of adventures. So I think they were grasping at straws a bit when they added this next thing, which was bicycle riding.
|Setting out on our Bikes|
The 18 of us walked down the dirt road from our hotel for 100 meters to the bike rental shop where we were all issued off-road bikes. All with big tires and questionable gear shifters and brakes. Now, they were great gear shifters and brakes at one time, but the salty air and sunshine has made them more..... questionable. My brakes, for instance, would stop me quite adequately but only if they also emitted a noise that sounded like a clown car horn. Sort of fun, actually. Also, the seats were approximately the size of a infants first shoe and specially design to cut right into your butt bone. Should have brought a pillow from my room.
So now that I have told you how painful it was to ride these bikes, I am going to tell you that we didn't really ride them very much. Just.... maybe 1K, across town and out to the Water Purification plant, which happened to be right next to a pond where we saw Flamingos. Is it funny to say “These bicycle seats were so uncomfortable, and the ride so short”?
The pond was an old quarry for lava rock, presumably for building the town, or maybe working on the prison that they were going to try building here. Once the hole was deep enough, salt water started to seep in from the ocean. The water in the small pond would evaporate leaving even more salty water behind. This overly salty water (brine) is where certain brine shrimp want to grow and those shrimp are what the Flamingos want to eat (and what turns them pink). So. There you have it. Accidental tourist attraction. By the way, if you look to the west of Puerto Villamil (the town we are in) on google earth, you will see a few pink or bright red ponds. That is what I am talking about. I have seen the same colors when flying over the south part of San Francisco Bay. I had thought it was pollution at first but later found that the color (and the shrimp) are a natural byproduct of sea salt production.
|This water isn't very red. Perhaps the wrong season.|
Next to the Flamingo pond on Isabela was a water treatment plant. Also called a Desalination plant. Water on the islands is a bid deal. There just isn't much fresh water anywhere. On islands as big as some of these, I would expect there to be streams or even rivers (Guam certainly has a lot of these) but I guess the geography (porous lava) and limited rain fall means there are no (all year around) sources of fresh water on most of the islands (Floreana is the notable exception). So what do they do for water? There are underground aquifers, but these water sources suffer from sea water incursion and so are really sources of brackish water. To make things worse, the towns dump their sewage back into the same underground areas and so you have your sewage mixing with your “fresh” water source. Doesn't sound like a very ideal situation to me. This means that the more of a concentration of people that you have, the worse the water source is and (perhaps) the more suspicious the water coming out of the pipes. On none of the islands do you dare drink the tap water. One more interesting water fact. You don’t flush your toilet paper down the toilet. There is a little covered basket beside each toilet and your paper goes in there. Turns out there is a remarkable amount of muscle memory associated with TP disposal. I had to “recover” my paper a couple of times. Now that I think about it, I have no idea if this paper practice is common throughout the parts of the world that I haven’t visited. How does one google such a thing?
|Water Treatment Plant|
They have a lot of tortoise here of various ages and they keep each of the age groups separate in different little enclosures. From the picture below, it is a little hard to tel if you are looking at little ones or big ones because of the scale. I mean, the babies look pretty much just like the big monsters. But there were a few hundred of the guys around. In one area they had raised covered boxes with the very little ones. These may have been the newly hatched and I suspect the screening was to keep out rats and such. The eggs and the very young have a tough time out in the wild, though once they get big enough that the rats and cats can't bug them, I guess they do just fine.
In the wild, they live upwards of 125 years and don't become sexually mature until around age 25.
|These guys were practicing their dominance|
|They are just shoebox size. Little. Still, the longest Neck Wins|
|This is a huge old one. He is of the intermediate species between|
Dome Shaped and Saddle Shaped.
|I am very proud of this selfie.|
My point here is that we were all getting too hot on this little bicycle jaunt. Even the five minutes in the air conditioned gift shop at the Tortoise breeding center didn’t cool us down. My partner was too hot and when we dropped our bicycles off back in town she was pretty done in with imminent heat exhaustion. We had wanted to take off on our own and go snorkeling, but we didn’t have it in us. We went back to our room and cranked down the AC. We felt a little bad about not getting out snorkeling, but the beach for that was just too far away (a 40 minute walk). We did eventually get out on the very nice beach in front of our hotel and take a little dip there, just as the sun was setting.