Thursday, March 10, 2011

Galapagos Feb-Mar 2011

Here are a few shots from our 1st island in the Galapagos, Santa Cruz.

My stitches are out! Now I have a Frankenstein thumb.

Our favorite trolling lure, or what's left of it after a fish munch. I've fixed it a couple of times, but the hook is now so bent and most of the squiddie legs are missing, so we'll have to move on to another. We lost 5 lures in one day to big fish, so we keep them as long as they work.

Rays near YOLO in Santa Cruz

The fish market in Santa Cruz, note the sea lion who thinks he's a dog at the guy's hip.

We left 3920 off the transom for one afternoon and had this sea lion take up a snooze position. Had to prod him to get him off.

A marine iguana

This bird has black webbed feet, but
is called a brown noddy.
A skipjack tuna on the hook. You'll see him on the grill later.
Skipjack tuna on the grill. Absolutely delicious!!

Sunset at sea

Snoozing sea lions at Puerto Ayora, Santa Cruz
A cool archway near the Darwin Center

Jason on a tiny beach in Galapagos

Lonesome George at Darwin Center. See a likeness to ET?? Poor old guy is the last of his species and spends it with 2 females of another species in an open area pen.

Karen with giant tortoise, Lonesome George in Galapagos

A giant tortoise turd. I was surprised at how big they were!

Another giant tortoise trying to stay out of the sun

Karen with stitches, self-photo just after we crossed the Equator at 2:30am.

Jason and Karen as we crossed the Equator. Yes, I woke his ass up and he gave a toast to Neptune and we tossed some rum over the side for Neptune and then Jason went back to bed.

Our chart plotter as we crossed the Equator on the way to the Galapagos.

One of the fishing lines that snagged us as we were crossing from Panama to The Galapagos. We had to stop and Jason got in and untangled and cut the remainder of the line off the props. Some Equadorian fishermen approached us shortly thereafter, so we had to hide the line so they didn't get angry. They asked for water and cigarettes, but left when we said no to both. There was a 'mother ship' lurking somewhere out there beyond our sights as they were hundreds of miles from any shore and were in an open fishing panga.

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