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Back at the hotel

October 23, 2010 Saturday

Shoe scorpion avoiding system

Back at the hotel, freshly showered and in clothing that is not sandy or wet, sipping a cold Fanta Naranja by the pool, listening to the twittering of the birds in the aviary—how can life be better?

Tonight is our farewell dinner and although I’ve had a great time and feel reluctant to leave, it will be good to be back home and back to work. I have a lot of photos to process, blog to write and upload. I had planned to write each night in my netbook but the charge would not have lasted that long.

Last night was very long, my right side was very painful and I worried I might be getting a sterile abscess from my fall. Five trips to the ladies and two to Paco in the moonlight probably did not help but fortunately both were a short trip. I am sorely disappointed as I thought my body had finally adjusted to kidney function during the day hours not night time but it seems I am back to ‘normal’ for me. I should be grateful for the excellent night’s sleep I had every night except last.

kayakers heading for last beach

Rafael is eager for us all to paddle kayaks today. Rob and Sue look a bit apprehensive about paddling singles but the plan is set; Glen in rear seat with Carol, me in the front occasionally wetting my paddle while Don said he was keeping up his fitness by doing nearly all the work and trying to burn off some of the extra calories consumed this week. Rob makes a somewhat inelegant entrance into the orange kayak which everyone agrees is the most tippy.

Breakfast, as usual, was quite wonderful; finely chopped apples with yogurt and granola—all the vegetables and fruits have been so uniformly chopped or sliced, I still cannot believe a food processor was not been hidden somewhere amongst the kitchen supplies. Second breakfast was potato pancakes with more egg and flour than I make but still quite tasty with honey.

Our paddle today is around the south eastern side of Espiritu Santo. There is a light breeze and the water is nearly flat. We watch pelicans fishing with one hitting the water close to the shore so hard it looked like his beak was stuck in the water. It took a long time for him to recover but finally he sat up properly and primped his feathers.

Two rays swam below and I saw a few minnows and some yellow-striped fish, all quite small with none larger than four inches. We paddle around some stacked rocks, the water sounds so loud when it crashes into them and then is sucked out of the caves. Half a dozen blue-footed boobies sit on a rock above us, their feet a brilliant turquoise blue against the guano stained red rock. I wonder what purpose the blueness of their feet served.

We rest mid-way on a lovely sandy beach. There are more rounded rocks here reminiscent of Rocky Mountain streams. Feathers float in the water and are on every beach. We pick up some trash, stow it in Rafael’s kayak and start paddling again.

It doesn’t seem that far but the wind has picked up and is blowing directly at us. Don and I surf a few waves generated by our support panga with Alvaro pretending to row although the engine was running. We land on the same beach we started from; divest ourselves of kayak skirts and climb aboard the panga.  Alvarito stays on the beach guarding the kayaks. It is a short ride to the pier where we are met by our van and lunch—submarine sandwiches and a big surprise—Ice Cream!

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