Standing in the middle of the main intersection of Puerto Velazco Ibarra on Floreana Island, in the Galapagos archipelago, I turned in a full circle, taking in the remoteness of the island.
The large roads spanning the entire town are a mix of gravel and volcanic rock; you can see from end to end as well as the small bungalows and solar streetlights. In the distance stands the volcano Cerro Pajas, the highest point on the island. It was the dry season when I visited the small island, and you could see the stark white of the Palo Santo Trees in contrast to the black gravel.
I lay on the examining table at the hospital in the Galapagos Islands. The doctor said something in Spanish. His face gave nothing away. My translator Eduardo leaned in. “The doctor said ‘This is going to hurt a lot.’” The doctor’s assistants moved in to hold me down. I covered my mouth with my free hand and prepared for the worst.
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I couldn’t fully grasp how extraordinary the Galapagos Islands were until my second day. In walking two kilometres, the landscape had changed drastically. One minute I was walking on a sand beach, then my feet stumbled over black precarious volcanic rock. Around me, the mangroves turned into cacti and the sea birds into finches.
You are (20)16 going on (20)17, baby it’s time to reflect.
The wonderful year of 2016 has come to an end. It was a big year, full of brand new adventures. I jumped into travel writing, I took my first solo trip and learned how to used my vacation days to travel. You could say it was the first year in a journey of a lifetime.
Ever since my second year of university during a scientific theory class, I fell in love with the enchanting place of the Galapagos Islands.
I dreamed of the ruggedness, the lava formations, and the wildlife. To me, the Galapagos Islands were more than the birthplace of evolution; it was a place of refuge and survival.
I knew I had to visit one day.
It’s July but I’m just starting to make my 2016 travel plans.
We’re in the midst of the dog days of summer here in Southern Ontario, where evenings and weekends are blocked out for relaxing, soaking up the precious sun, and jumping into the nearest body of water.
Summer days in Canada should be treasured. I like to spend them in my hometown and surrounding area.
In the remaining six months of 2016, there’s so much to see and do! Here is what you can expect on my site, Facebook, and Instagram in the coming months.