Approaching Spanishlessness
13 April 2010 | Wreck Bay, Galapagos
Darwin Hotel Restaurant
April 13
Having often been the youngest in a group, even when flying, it now seems odd to usually be the oldest. The matter, however, is handily dispatched by my acting adolescent. Immaturity pays off. This works quite well due to boyish good looks and ingenuous charm (dissenting opinions will be given appropriate attention).
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book. I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas
After scrambling around to buy T-shirts and other junk without which our lives would be meaningless, the different boat for return trip was initially a pleasant surprise - forward facing seats, inside cabin with air-conditioning and a movie. Glee progressively faded during much longer ride due adverse current, pounding into rougher seas with constant ten to fifteen degree port list. Attempt to avoid bouncing, sliding relationship with big guy to my left afforded limited relaxation. No crackers.
Tomorrow will begin process of breaking free for French Polynesia.
Jack