Uncategorized admin | 02 Jan 2009
Vina Travel Ecuador
I almost could not bear the heavy air. I began to wonder if I should be peeled from my seat to break our next stop.
“Is it always this hot here?” I asked Eduardo, the stocky, dark-skinned man to my left.
“Not all the time, but now it is the rainy season in the Galapagos. So there is lots of rain, sun and humidity,” says the average age gentleman.
“Will it cool faster?” In addition, I pried.
“Probably not until May,” said the fast-talking Ecuador.
“Only two more months of sweat,” I remarked.
“Yeah, but it is the most beautiful time of year. Everything is green, the residents of San Cristobal added while stepping on the accelerator.
You wonder why it was so calm, I glanced in the passenger side mirror to see my blonde with blue eyes, strawberry-blonde girlfriend, Amanda, transfixed by the lush, dense forests than doubled both sides of the road. It was observed in each of the windows of the vehicle, such as small, silver pickup races climb.
“You can feel the temperature difference,” our guide said, noting that I was waving my arms straight up and down through the afternoon air. “It is cooler in the highlands that it is on the coast. ”
In the mid to appreciate a pair of picturesque San Cristobal Island research points, we stopped beside a hut at the roadside. Behind the white tin roof structure was a small rest home in a tree with branches stretching across my peripheral vision. It was huge.
La Casa del Ceibo
“Do you want to see La Casa del Ceibo?” Eduardo asked while addressing Amanda and me. We nodded.
Our monitoring heat slowly, as we have balanced our way through the wooden planks that leave a couple of stories above ground. Clinging to the rope guard, we finally wobbled our way to a wooden scale, which is firmly committed to the Ceibo massive trunk. We then mounted a handful of bars and find ourselves in a den not much more than a walk in private.
To our left sat a small counter and behind it was a small refrigerator and a few bottles of soda. I’m on the other side of the room and opened the door of what appeared to be a closet. It was the bathroom. Ensure that the toilet was suffocated by the thin panels that surround it, I wondered how someone could be inside. Unimpressed by the bathroom, I glanced at the small loft above it and noticed pillows and blankets. I also imagined people hitting their heads on the ceiling if they arose.
“You can rent this place for only a few dollars a night,” said Eduardo suddenly from behind us. Playing the expression on the other side, it is clear Amanda and I are not interested.
Immediately take the fact that my girlfriend and I would not be the vacancy, Eduardo said he was aware of something that could certainly attract our interest. He looked out and asked us to follow him quickly back to the truck because the sun was fading fast.
The Lobería
At a breakneck pace, our driver furiously down the hills and freshness of the sensual reentered coast. Soon, Eduardo fired in a dusty lot and jumped from the van. “C’mon, C’mon!” He shouted as Amanda and I quickly left the vehicle. Eduardo was already several meters away, overlooking the right shoulder and waving us toward him while he strengthened on the black and rocky beach known as La Lobería.
“There are iguanas here, I know!” Eduardo shouted, skipping along the coast Raven, darting volcanic rock of volcanic rock. Amanda and I lagged behind, balancing on the slippery stones dimpled as the sun began to set over San Cristobal the south end. No matter how we tried we could not follow our established heat, which has apparently regained his youth. Just as it began to disappear in the distance ahead, he suddenly stopped, looking at an area of black rocks to his right.
A few minutes later, Amanda and I took to Eduardo, he did not move all the time he waited for us.
“Look over there,” he said, pointing to a place a few meters from the ocean. We turned to see a huge iguana catch of the day for some rays. The shells, fat-bellied reptile was the size of a duffel bag, sports a tail longer than its body. Our presence does not seem to bother her, she was like a statue, never taking his eyes off the Pacific.
I decided to follow the lead iguana and soak in the view of the ocean. The coastline of midnight, turquoise water, graduation and reflecting sunlight off the massive white waves proved to be a nice combination. I’ve never seen anything like it. I watched Amanda, and could easily see that, too, marveled at the view. The Lobería is truly unique. We had a good feeling about the next week. Despite being only a few hours off the plane, we can already say that the Galapagos has been a place like no other.
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