Not even halfway into our ten days in the Galapagos and we are totally charmed. A massive day trip to Bartolome and visiting the local school are big highlights so far.
The desert is a real surprise. Any Galapagos photos are always of idyllic scenery and amazing creatures. I am taken aback at my first view of the terrain. So barren. Cacti are scattered around, along with tufts of grey grasses typical of a desert environment plus trees that appear to have barely any foliage. From a distance they look a bit like African thorn trees or a hardy acacia from central Australia with pendulous narrow “leaves” and narrow green trunks.
First view of the landscape is a surprise
I constantly remind myself that everything I see is unique to this place as my brain tries to reference to the known.
The wind buffets as we walk from the aircraft, another surprise because the wind turbines were still. No wonder we bucked into the landing.
A quick negotiation with waiting taxi (ute) drivers and we arrange for our first diversion to break up the 40 minute drive across the island of Santa Cruz to Puerto Ayora. That was an excellent tip from a new friend Jill, an Australian teacher here.
Land tortoises cooling off
Taking the plunge
The scenery changes as we drive with more vegetation appearing. The Twins is first. These are a strange feature being two adjacent sunken craters, not volcanoes, large and dry, with steep sides and a rough gravel track to walk partway round.
On to the tortoise ranch. Again we just wander around and observe the tortoises in their expansive scrubby environment. They love to wallow and shallow mud pools are scattered around with many large tortoise shells protruding bizarrely above the water line. As they lumber into the water and allow themselves to sink, air bubbles are released, glugging their way out of the enormous cavity.
Garden entry to Bellavista tunnel
Down we go
The final stop is an amazing lava tunnel at Bellavista in the Highlands of Santa Cruz. We check that our torches work and head off through a lovely garden until we reach some precarious stone steps down into the tunnel.
Now this is impressive.
The tubes were formed when surface lava cooled and solidified while the underground hot lava continued to run. This tunnel extends for about 2kms. At first there are a couple of lights, but then it becomes as dark as pitch. It starts to get pretty slippery and the odd evidence of rockfall is a little disconcerting. We push on – 2 kms in a dark tunnel does not call for daydreaming.
Lava tunnel
That evening we catch up with Jill and get invited on the spot to a vegetarian Thanksgiving. This involves taking a water taxi across the bay, a hike down a boardwalk then along the sand to a fairly exclusive part of town. About a dozen of her generous colleagues and friends share a candle light feast under the magnificent starry sky. A fantastic introduction to Galapagos.
Birds are everywhere
The first highlight of Day 2 is a breakfast that does not include eggs. Bliss is a large super fresh fruit salad, delicious home made yoghurt and honey from sugar cane, very dark and not too sweet.
Opuntia with their strange trunksTrees for a desert environment
The Charles Darwin Research Station is an impressive facility, providing an insight into the local wildlife and conservation strategies. It extends over quite a large area of natural bushland and we get a close up look at land iguanas.
Land iguana
It’s a very hot afternoon but we head off to Turtle Bay, about 2.5 kms along a path, winding up and down through a cactus forest. The cacti have large solid and colourful trunks with the more usual cacti lobes suspended up high. Some are in flower, a pretty yellow.
Tortuga Bay
Birds happily feed right beside us
A massive white sand beach finally comes into view. Currents are strong but surfers are out. We park next to some vegetation with the only semblance of shade and discover our fellow parkers are a trio of large marine iguanas. These guys are dark compared to their more orange land cousins.
Marine iguana owns this bit of sand to warm up on.
Observing the marine iguana swimming is a big tick off the list.
Surfing at Tortuga Bay
Back just in time to grab a bottle of Chilean Shiraz. Jill has kindly invited us for roast chicken at the home of another Australian, Ros, a long time resident who built an amazing house and created a great environment.
An early night though as we have to be up at 5 am to head off to Bartolome. This island is a 2 hour trip away on the lovely Adriana, a catamaran. Just 16 of us with Frank, the guide, the captain and a cook who prepares a delicious breakfast and later a yummy tuna steak lunch.
Daphne Major
Plenty of birdlife Nazca Boobies on this interesting landscape
Halfway we idle along the side of a giant rock called Daphne Major. Great excitement as about 10 giant manta ray appear and very actively feed right beside us. Frank is excited so I think it is pretty special. Oh and plenty of birds. Nazca Booby, Blue footed booby, booby with chick and many more. We love the frigate birds that seem to enjoy searching in the wake of the boat. Almost seems as if they will fly right into us.
Giant Manta Ray
Amazing spectacle
Bartolome has picture postcard vistas. Part of Master and Commander was filmed here.. We climb the volcano, thankfully with rest breaks in the heat. A short hike across the lava field and we hit the sandy beach.
Picture postcard Bartolome Island
Volcano hike
Lava field
Snorkeling time. The water is a little chill for me but eventually I’m in. There were colourful fish around the rocks but highlight number one was a turtle swimming right below. Highlight number two was a very playful sea lion who swam within touching distance. We watched him for ages frolicking with the snorkelers and demonstrating amazing aquatic skills of speed and dexterity as he somehow avoided smashing into the rocks he seemed to be heading right for at torpedo speed.
Frolicking with the snorkellersSally Lightfoot Crabs
Launch heading back to Adriana our catamaran for the day
As we head for home a pod of dolphin play chicken in our bow wave. Their speed and confidence is awesome.
Dolphin playing as Adriana heads for home. Wow.Dolphin create a stunning sparkle at the end of a fabulous day
We head off next morning to Jill’s school in the Highlands in a open casual bush setting. Two girls are allocated to each of us for a school tour. This is all English practice for them. We do a Q and A with older less fluent students. The final class is younger, very fluent, precocious and very intelligent.
Our tour guidesThe class is super excited by our dictionary presentation and there’s Jill
Our last full day on Santa Cruz and we visit Las Grietas. A water taxi takes us in daylight this time to the other side of the bay. Our first night destination was over here. Up the garden track, along the board walk, cross the sandy beach, past the salt marshes where salt is harvested, along a track of volcanic cinders up and down stairs and finally we have arrived.
Water taxiSalt marshChecking it out at Las GrietasThe water is fantasticOpuntia trunk is amazingThe bartender strums as we take a break on the walk back. He has his work life balance sortedOur chicken salad lunch is huge and delicious
One last dinner with Jill. Food is great and the mojitos are excellent. We take the ferry to Isabela tomorrow. So only one more Galapagos Deli breakfast. The family make the delicious fresh rolls, that I can only observe, right there on the spot.
.Stage 1 of the bread roll making processAnd here is the magnificent oven
Beds are Burning suddenly blares from the speaker system as our taxi clatters down a cobblestone throughway en route to Lima airport. Bizarre coincidence we think! The driver turns it up as we cruise along the ocean drive.
Hey next track is more Aussie music. Land Down Under, The Voice… Turns out the driver is streaming it all just for us. How cool is that? Loving grooving for an hour in Lima traffic to, mostly, Oz rock. We get every other genre you can think of. Graeme Connors is in there to novelty songs and deep country. Plus, the driver thinks the anthem is pretty, and plays it a second time till we beg for more rock! Feels so good after wall to wall US news, the only TV option!
Aussie rock fan Peruvian driver
Guayaquil international airport feels so country after the big cities we have hopped through on our way north. Ours is the only flight in so all the formalities and the baggage collection are a total breeze.
It is a very big city but a bit like landing in the Territory straight out of Sydney. Except a lot more traffic. The hotel doesn’t disappoint either with a room 3 times the size of the last couple with a big picture window out to the action on the impressive Malecon.
The Malecon is the Latin American version of a waterfront promenade. In many places it is the ocean, here it is the Guayas River frontage. Several kilometres of promenade, tropical gardens, shops. It comes alive in the cool of the evening as families take the air and enjoy entertainment.
We head to Santa Ana hill and the lighthouse up the top. Only 444 steps to get up there and it is as Hot as. The steps are helpfully numbered to encourage or disappoint depending on fitness. Guards are posted all along the way either protecting us from the locals or them from us.
Love the chicken run halfway up the hill
Bomberos. Here are the firefighters again. Just love that word. So we visit the massive museum.
Never cease to be entertained walking through the markets. So many ways to make a living. A cold glass of soft drink is an option from vendors wandering around with plastic cups and large bottles of various flavours. Almost anything seems to be available for $1 from sunglasses to belts. I buy a very nice cap for $4.
Papaya lunch break
A small park in downtown Guayaquil is literally crawling with large green iguanas. Right up the trees or just lounging on the lawn, a tiny taste of exotica to come.
Friday night at our hotel turned out to be a tango party. Another delicious meal and locals start to roll in. We seem to be the only foreigners in the room. Nice family feel as everyone greets friends warmly and the busy wait staff bustle around. More and more chairs appear in the small room but the dancers weave skilfully with eyes blissfully closed, being part of the moment of the Tango.
A large desert city where rain never falls yet it fronts the Pacific, Lima seems an incongruity. This is Peru so Coca leaf tea becomes a breakfast option. Just a short stopover in Lima as we continue to push north to start the itinerary proper.
How would a reunion for the first time in 50 years go here in Lima? Easy, relaxed and lots of fun as it turns out. Plenty to catch up on of course and Pisco Sours more than help a great evening mellow along. Jan and I last saw each other as our high school years wound up at the end of 1966. It felt a little surreal trying to marry the face in front of me with the fresh faced 16 year old that was the memory in my head.
We get a tiny taste of ex pat life on the other side of the planet and an introduction to a local delicacy – beef heart. Delicious. Honestly!
Museo Amano is the highlight of this brief visit. Dedicated to Pre-Columbian textiles, this is is a lovely museum, spaciously displaying amazing artifacts stretching back thousands of years.
I love the ancient accounting technology in the centre image above. An intricate series of knots that build on each other over time to document all kinds of important records. Everything from the census and taxation to genealogical records and songs could be recorded using this technique.
The brilliant item in the lower image is made from feathers.
Starting to get into the mode here finding venues just off the main drag that offer the Menu. A choice of three entrees, three mains plus a juice for $2.50 each. Totally tasty, filling and nutritious; popular with the locals and with us.
From the ancient to the modern, suburban Lima delights with the unexpected and interesting vignettes.
VolvoLantana Hedge
How better to enjoy our last night, for now, in Lima than watching the sunset over the Pacific at La Rose Nautica? Jan introduced us to yet another great restaurant – the food is divine.
Lima perches spectaularly on cliffs overlooking the ocean. We have driven along this amazing road a few times now and for the second evening we get to watch the blazing sun sink into the Pacific. Our restaurant sits out on a very modern pier like structure. Evening surfers brave the chill water bobbing on their boards almost within reach through the wall of picture windows that line our beautiful dining room.
Check out what happened to those 16 year old chicks. …
We’ll be back next month and then again in January but it will be hard to top these couple of days with such a nice reunion.
“That is not from a pig, it is from a turkey” Marilu announced as I complimented her over breakfast on the very fine lean ham. Marilu not only sets an excellent table at her Santiago B&B, she has an engaging, generous personality sharing great advice and information about her city.
We learn that the soft mild cheese like curd is eaten with the turkey ham if one is on a diet. Otherwise, you enjoy it with Quince paste. I test the non diet version on my thoughtfully provided galletas de arroz or rice thins.
The long flight across the Pacific loops in from the South so we fly into Santiago de Chile tracking along the Andes. Not as many snowcaps as I expected, still exciting.
Summer is a few weeks away but the heat is already fierce and dry. The hottest November in 100 years. Hoses spray generously in the heat so lawns are lush and gardens thrive behind heavy duty security fencing and walls keeping grand houses safe. I worry about the water in the heat. Jacaranda are in bloom everywhere and strangely, oleander seem to be very popular. The drought is obvious elsewhere, it is as dry as a chip.
We saw some grand houses trekking the hot pavement on the way to the Consulado de Cuba. Lack of sleep and a pending virus must not deter this most important Day 1 Mission, securing the tourist card for Cuba. In Australia, there are the forms (in Spanish), the photos, the passport posting, the impossible for us timing issues, not to mention the whopping $205 fee per person! Here, apart from the 30 minute hike, cost is 5 minutes in the Consulate with a lovely woman and US$15 per person. No forms, no photos, no stress. I love it when the system works.
Second most important Day 1 Mission is to find Elena, an ex Canberra Chilean friend. The phone number is old, IT is not a happening thing so we go old fashioned, knock on the door and there she is. Smiles and hugs all round. We’ll be back to spend more time with her in February.
Santiago nestles at the foot of the Andes. The absence of snow strips the treeless mountains starkly bare. Giant angular stone cliffs are revealed, raw and dangerous looking in their nakedness. The smog haze that hangs over everything strangely makes me think of the mountains as giant shadow puppets somehow suspended behind Santiago.
Energy only for a brief tour of some city sights – Plaza de Armas, the cathedral and central market
Just getting by can involve pretty strenuous activity. Traffic lights are popular for jugglers, dancers and acrobats. Try handstands on hot tar every time the lights change to make a buck.
Los Dominicos is surprisingly untouristy in a beautiful setting with local artisans making and selling.
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Our last full day is very full doing a solo walking tour of Barrio Brasil. It finishes at the Museum of Memory and Human Rights. A grim record of the events in Chile from 1973 to 1990. The military coup had taken place just a few months before I first arrived in South America early 1974. My only view of Chile that trip was Cristo Redento, the giant statue at the top of the Andes on the Argentine border.
So many young people at the museum; surreal to be exposed to such confronting information about your recent history. Australia accepted more than 6,000 Chilean refugees at that time.
This looked like us for lunch. No, not the chicken, this next place. One Spanish word means “more”, the other “less”. Take a punt on the translation.
Sleeping almost all caught up. On to the next destination.