Why won't the ground stop moving? 6/5/11

I took a Dramamine and half a sleeping pill last night. Beers and wine don’t mix with rough waves. Unfortunately, the drugs were too much and I can barely move. Oh well, time for our last dive at Cousin’s Rock. We jumped in and the water was much colder than I remember it. My lapse of memory was a good thing because I wouldn’t have been looking forward to plunging into cold water so early in the morning. The dive was chill, lots to see in the rocks. Little fishes sitting in the barnacles, many sea turtles lying on the bottom, then an awesome swim with sea lions at the end. There were five sea lions and they were all so playful, swimming in circles around us. Final count I’m up to 40 dives.

I passed out on our journey to Santa Cruz Island while Andy watched Manta Ray’s jump out of the water. Time for our land journey to a Tortoise Ranch where we saw several huge tortoises eating and trying to move. After our tourist pics inside the old tortoise shell, we moved onto the Darwin Research Center. We ran into Marcio and Tom- it appears all the dive boat are on the same schedule. The center had some land Iguanas, very colorful and molting- I had no idea they did that. I could barely move since I still had so many drugs in me so Andy had to hold my hand so I wouldn’t fall over. I’m not sure if it was the drugs, the fact that I’ve hardly moved except for diving for a week, or that I’ve been on a boat and standing on land I feel like I’m still on a boat.

Andy tried the drought resistant tomatoes, he said they were very salty, and we tried some of the red coffee beans he found at the Tortoise Ranch. We chewed on the skin which was sweet at first then nada. We stopped for Mojitos on our way to dinner and hung with two people from our boat. We were in the town of Santa Rosa, nothing but a tourist town, not that anywhere on the Galapagos isn’t. I got out $400 from the ATM and it was all in $10’s. I was happy now that we had enough small bills to get us through, although now I have a huge wad in my pants (that’s what she said). We ate at The Rock restaurant that had internet access (not for me) so half the group jumped on so happy to be connected again. The Columbian’s shook their head in disbelief as well as I. We drank a Columbian drink, similar to a Mojito but much sweeter- yuck. We said goodbye to 3 of the others on their way for the land tour. I was so ready for bed to sleep off these drugs. One leg of the trip done- Galapagos check!