Welcome to the past. Are you ready to relive the memories of your summer trapped in the Galapagos?
Our trip began with a crash and a bang, when the boys in the penthouse used their superhuman strength to shatter a plate glass window.
Knock Knock Cocoa Butter
After swinging on jungle gyms, seeing our first sleepy sea lion and lurching across bouncy seas we arrived on Isabella Island.
We remember fondly the hours spent lazing in the two, wait one, hammock. It was here that the babies first haunted us, appearing in peoples belongings with seemingly supernatural intentions.
Quality time with tortoises, weed pulling and planting and our first time dipping our eyes beneath the ocean. Oh and the Sunbathing penguins.
A glorious day trip to floreana, where we floated alongside sea turtles and watched baby sea lions frolic on the beach. Wilson regaled some of us with pirate tales.
Next we encountered the spidiferous giganticus. A species which struck fear into the heart of Americans sending students screaming from their rooms.
It was here that the final battle against furniture was won and we vanquished the top bunk. With machetes we slashed our way through deliciously prickly blackberries and guava and hid among the thickets.
Fernando sung us to sleep on a final night on the Island as we gazed into the fire and up at the night sky.
With souvenirs requisitioned, we sped back to Quito to eat waffles and to engage in the hallowed art of bargaining.
Thanks for the amazing memories. We will never forget our first GLA session and all that we learnt.
-Suzannah, Sam and Hakan