For 3 magnificent weeks we explored the Galapagos Islands. It started with a week long voyage aboard the Guantanamera with half our group. We island hopped from desert island to desert island in search of blue footed boobies, the most famous blue footed birds of the islands that dance and show off their sexy blue feet in order to play with some titties. Well, the last part of that may have been fabricated. We also snorkeled in some extremely clear water and were able to swim with Manta Rays, Sea Lions, Galapagos Penguins, and beautiful fish.
Later we set up shop on San Cristobal Island with host families for 2 weeks. My "biological mother" (still to be determined whether or not I am adopted), Kathy Pentler, and her dear friend Nancy Pillat visited me on the island. It was extremely laid back and very hot and humid. We rented an air conditioned taxi and traveled to many of the sites by day, shared great meals, Pilsners, and ice cream by evening, and enjoyed the air conditioning of her hostel by night. It was great to catch up with them, and great to receive some bare necessities: the USA speedo, the 2012 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, and some Hemingway books.
Once they left, the marine biology course went full force and we learned a bunch about fish and marine ecology. We had a underwater identification exam on an underwater slate in snorkel gear, during which I wore my luck Monsterpolo USA speedo. It worked. I surely lowered the curve with my halogen light thighs. However, it was tradeoff since I may have lost half of my participation points for the semester and discredited anything valuable I may have said.
We found the time for 2 days of diving at Kicker Rock, one of the most beautiful volcanic islands 45 off the coast of San Cristobal. Upon our arrival, we met Matan, the Jewish Borat. This guy was easily one of the funniest guys I have met in my live. Exorbitant amounts of energy and Isreali pride with a thick accent makes for a hell of a funny dude. We dove in the purest clearest water on a shark highway where the visibility was 20m. I am better than you because I understand the metric system. It was a hell of a place to dive for the first time since my certification in Lake Mendota in mid November when I couldn't even see my hands shivering in front of me. We had some great encounters with some whitetip and blacktip reef sharks, but weren't able to see the famous hammerheads.
That night I was wandering around the streets trying to satisfy my addiction to ice cream when I encountered Matan. He was going diving the next day along with 2 of my friends, and was very upset and offended that I wasn't going. He told me that he is extremely broke, will be in South America for 3 more months, and that this day of diving will cost him 500 shekels. This is when I burst out laughing. I realized that the Jew had a point, I would never be in the Galapagos again and I was being cheaper than a broke Jew. On that day, an 8 foot hammerhead shark came within 10 feet of me and did a few passes. It was an incredible encounter and I was extremely surprised by how calming it was to be around something so powerful.
Our final morning me and some of the boys smoked some Cuban
Later we set up shop on San Cristobal Island with host families for 2 weeks. My "biological mother" (still to be determined whether or not I am adopted), Kathy Pentler, and her dear friend Nancy Pillat visited me on the island. It was extremely laid back and very hot and humid. We rented an air conditioned taxi and traveled to many of the sites by day, shared great meals, Pilsners, and ice cream by evening, and enjoyed the air conditioning of her hostel by night. It was great to catch up with them, and great to receive some bare necessities: the USA speedo, the 2012 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, and some Hemingway books.
Once they left, the marine biology course went full force and we learned a bunch about fish and marine ecology. We had a underwater identification exam on an underwater slate in snorkel gear, during which I wore my luck Monsterpolo USA speedo. It worked. I surely lowered the curve with my halogen light thighs. However, it was tradeoff since I may have lost half of my participation points for the semester and discredited anything valuable I may have said.
We found the time for 2 days of diving at Kicker Rock, one of the most beautiful volcanic islands 45 off the coast of San Cristobal. Upon our arrival, we met Matan, the Jewish Borat. This guy was easily one of the funniest guys I have met in my live. Exorbitant amounts of energy and Isreali pride with a thick accent makes for a hell of a funny dude. We dove in the purest clearest water on a shark highway where the visibility was 20m. I am better than you because I understand the metric system. It was a hell of a place to dive for the first time since my certification in Lake Mendota in mid November when I couldn't even see my hands shivering in front of me. We had some great encounters with some whitetip and blacktip reef sharks, but weren't able to see the famous hammerheads.
That night I was wandering around the streets trying to satisfy my addiction to ice cream when I encountered Matan. He was going diving the next day along with 2 of my friends, and was very upset and offended that I wasn't going. He told me that he is extremely broke, will be in South America for 3 more months, and that this day of diving will cost him 500 shekels. This is when I burst out laughing. I realized that the Jew had a point, I would never be in the Galapagos again and I was being cheaper than a broke Jew. On that day, an 8 foot hammerhead shark came within 10 feet of me and did a few passes. It was an incredible encounter and I was extremely surprised by how calming it was to be around something so powerful.
Our final morning me and some of the boys smoked some Cuban
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