One of the nicest bits of the entire trip was the people, fellow travellers and staff. The Guides, notably Ralph (with paddle) at the back of the canoe on the Amazon who showed us around Peru, and Fausto (Galapagos) who is seen here training his pet flying rock were helpful, knowledgeable and generally excellent.The crew of the "Lobo" and the hotel staff that served us were invariably helpful and courteous, which, considering the continuous through-put of tourists that they dealt with, often at odd times of day and for short periods of time. Ralph especially had friends everywhere who could provide, for instance, laundering facilities, cheap reliable taxis and the like. He had built up an impressive collection of trustworthy business contacts and was an accomplished "fixer".
Various photos of the gang, these mostly taken by John, who has a good eye for groups, with the result that I'm in several. There were far too many of us to get everybody showing up in one, so I just hope I've got most, somewhere, even if it's only an eyebrow.We were not by any means similar types, but were all grown up enough to put up with any variations, and also able to split into smaller groups when interests or abilities diverged. My thanks to all of them.
You'll believe a rock can fly. Actually this one isn't flying, it's gliding, but they still can't catch it
As you know the Galapagos are famous for Darwins finches, which have demonstrated the evolutionary developments of adaption and specialisation. This subset of Mockingbird concentrates on cruelly pointing out bald spots.
Tourists, sometimes known as (the) Lost Lobos
One from Fausto. Thanks Fausto, Who was that bird I saw you with?
