Cruising - who brings an iguana to a bar?

We woke early the next day to catch a ferry over to the next largest port town in the Galapagos, Puerto Villamil, where we would connect with our boat, the Guantanamera.
They had already been underway for a few days, and we were meeting up 3 days into an 8 day cruise.

We settled into our cabins on board, and met the crew and our fellow passengers.
The boat was full with 16 berths... Marcus & Sarah from London, Clive & Luke from Brussels, Hoda & Ramzy from Egypt, Pat & Martha from the Upper Pennisula Michigan, Maritza from Ecuador, Beat from Switzerland and Michael & wife from Germany.
The crew of 6 was led by Johan our naturalist guide, and Captain Juan.
A very diverse, eclectic group with whom we shared countless hours, chillin, snorkeling, sunbathing on the deck, and learning all about each other's hopes and dreams...

Wish I could share photos of everyone, but that would take up alot of valuable ME space.
I thought long and hard about what single photo encapsulates the essences of our fellow travelers... had to go with ze German rocking his dress socks, black dress shoes, a teeny, wheeny itsy bitsy stripped speedo that, quite frankly, I would be embarrassed to wear in the shower, but he proudly and without pause wore it EVERYWHERE... like breakfast, lunch and dinner, hiking around the islands and of course whilst swimming, shocking the poor unsuspecting sea life into retreating back into the depths, save being subject to his bratwurst.

This is not our boat. We stumbled upon this during a walk about town... broken, battered, forgotten, but beautiful when framed against the rugged island green, and churning grey skies.

This is our boat... the good ship Guantanamera, scrubbed clean and shining white in the afternoon sun.

Our view from right outside our door... first deck, cabin #6, port side.

Before setting off, we explored the area just outside Villamil.
Manzanillo is an evasive tree species, producing poisonous apples, poisonous leaves and poisonous bark.
Heather demonstrating the universal sign of ... Stay AWAY from the tree!!!

Apparently pink flamingos are not only native to Florida suburbs lawns, but in the numerous ponds across the islands.

Another giant land turtle sanctuary, where we learned a great deal about their breeding habits.
You would not think just looking at him, but this handsome rogue is quite the ladies man...

Just one of our boys, brand new, bouncing baby turtles... so cute, you just want to eat him up, which actually is what led to this whole endangered mess, so please don't do that.

Ended the afternoon in Beto Bar... where local are always welcome.

And you can enjoy an artisanal beer, on an artisanal hammock, perhaps head out for some artisanal fishing... artisanal artisanal artisanal.
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Sleepy island town is an understatement... afternoon nap on a park bench.

The sea beckons, first night on a boat... the score still stands at turning green 0, Heather's tummy 2.
We will see if green can make a come back.