We're anchored in a wild place today. Dos Mosquises, 2 small windblown islands somewhat sheltered by a protective barrier reef out in the middle of nowhere in Los Roques, Venezuela. One of these islands is a long spit of white sand with some underbrush and 3 lone palm trees. And that's it. Except for the dilapidated car sitting on the sand. How did THAT get there? Turns out it's an old boat, but it really looked like a car to both of us!

The other island houses an old airstrip, a few structures, and a small research and fisheries station. On the fisheries side we had read that they gather turtle eggs from all around Los Roques, hatch them, and keep them until they are 1 year old, and then let them go. So Louis and I headed over there today in the dinghy and checked it out. Our hopes weren't high, as it appeared to be abandoned. But it wasn't! They had about 15 little 6-month-old Green turtles swimming around and about the same number of 8-month-old Hawks Bill turtles. They were very, very cute. I held one, and he was obviously quite used to humans as he was perfectly content to be held. (Well, what do I know? Could be that he hated it, but figured the last time he squirmed out of someone's arms and fell it hurt, so he's learned.) Anyway, after being so enamored and fascinated with turtles in the wild, it was pretty cool to see these little guys up close at Las Tortugas Fisheries Station.