To get to Isabela from Santa Cruz, where our base was, you ride a boat for 3+ hours. I get motion sickness. Always have, but since being here my body has adjusted to flying and long car rides. Just not boats. There were a few close calls off the stern, so when we landed, I was pretty much kissing the sand. The first night there, after seeing a flamingo lagoon and the most beautiful Pete Oxford like sunset (yes, I did take that photo), a small group of us decided to explore, and with the help of our guide, Alex, we found a tiny beach front bar, that was marked with a tree with rum bottles hanging from it, that served coconuts with and without alcohol. Let me tell you what, there is nothing more delicious than fresh coconut milk while listening to Jack Johnson and other fantastic music. It was just nice to listen to the waves and conquer our coconuts in peace.
The next day we had a rather rough hike around a volcano. Most of us were not prepared for such a hike (I packed water shoes and flip flops), and with some miscommunication involved and our groups getting split up, tensions were high. I was still a little sea sick from the day before, and the last thing I wanted to do was get on another boat, so two others and I decided to take our own trip to the beach and eventually watch the sunset together. It was the best decision we could have made. We peacefully got to play on the beach that was pretty abandoned other than a few people who wanted to watch the sunset later that night, play fetch with a random dog, sit and talk for a while which faded to silence as we watched the sun set behind a volcano. Then after dinner, we watched the stars appear, frolicked some more is the ocean in the spot light of the moon, and did some good ol´fashioned thinking.
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