Waking up at 4:45
is only fun when you are preparing to travel for more than 20 hours. Lucky enough for us, we were all very, very excited
to begin this exiting trek into the jungle.
Meeting our poor travel agent, who was also forced to get up at this early
hour, we took a picture with her, then said goodbye as we headed off to begin a
journey of our own. A two and a half
hour boat ride later, during which a herd of narwhals may or may not have been
swimming un-known under the boat, we arrived back at Puerto Ayora, where we ate
a long awaited breakfast then hopped on a bus to get to the other end of the
island. Here, we caught another boat,
which took us a couple of hundred feet across the channel, finally at the airport. A couple of overpriced t-shirts and slices of
chocolate cake later, we boarded flight 193 to Quito.
The
plane ride was truly incredible, mostly because of the people who were aboard
with us. Rebecca, who we quickly began
calling Sarah like all girls we have met thus far, provided comical relief
throughout the entire trip. Landing in
Quito was a great relief for all of us who craved some good eats. After grabbing some grub at a burger joint,
which might have been jackalope meat but we don’t know, because no one asked,
we boarded a bus for the final leg of our mystical quest into the Amazon
jungle. This trip slightly longer than
expected, because the road which we were supposed to take was washed out
because of a ton of rain, but it was yet another great trip because we went
through our old English poems laughing at their intense comical. The day was excellent for those who chose for
it to be.
by Shep Sims
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