I see the islands from the plane and I have the same impression I had when in Easter Islands: “where did I have my head when I decided to come?”. Nothing idylic about the islands, black volcanic rocks, tangle of vegetation, a small town. It looks so uninviting … but then I remember that once in the islands, that first impression proved to be totally wrong and magic followed.
It was like this in Galàpagos. Magic followed.
And the first islander that came by to say HI, the first one I portrayed.
Moments later, we hopped on the boat. The Floreana was waiting for us. The adventure started.