The wildlife may have been the highlight of the Galapagos Islands, but finding a vacant pitch of sand that we claimed all for our own didn’t suck either.
About 15 of us made the trek. It was a bit of a steep hike from Puerto Ayora out to Tortuga Bay, but the path was shaded and paved, and after 30 minutes of meandering along, we found our way out onto the beachy oasis. There wasn’t a frown in the group.
We ran into one of our more intrepid voyagers, Evan, who had been baking in the sun since before any of the rest of us were even awake; an avid surfer who makes boards for a manufacturer in Southern California, Evan made it a point to test the waves in every port of our voyage.
We didn’t get to swim with giant iguanas—they were all MIA at this point in the day—but we did spot a couple other creatures scampering among the rocks, scurrying across the beach and flying overhead.
It was a beautiful day in a beautiful place with beautiful people, inside and out. What more could you ask for out of a dream trip?