Isla Floreana to Isla Santa Cruz: The Vomiting
Isla Floreana to Isla Santa Cruz: The Vomiting.
Time to get back to a center, so I went down to the docks at 10am to find a boat driver that was heading from Isla Floreana to Isla Santa Cruz later in the day and found a captain who would take me for $30. There are no tour operators and there is no one to sell you a ticket to get from Isla Floreana to Isla Santa Cruz if you did not previously buy a return ticket. So you are on your own to figure out how to talk someone into fitting you on their boat to get off of Isla Floreana.
Before I got on the Isla Floreana to Isla Santa Cruz, I put a postcard in the barrel letterbox in the harbour at Isla Floreana and wrote the dad’s address of the farm/ranch in Big Beaver on it. How amazing it would be if it actually arrives and is hand delivered… I took a postcard for (Sherwood Park, a suburb of) Edmonton that I will try to figure out how to get there because I thought it would help with karma..
I arrived from the Isla Floreana to Isla Santa Cruz trip, I checked into $15 Hospedaje Brattle in Puerto Ayora but they wanted $20 because they were giving me the entire three bed room to myself. I told them that they could sell the other two beds if someone wanted them. I left for an hour and when I returned, there were two backpacks in my room. When the owners entered the room they were my friends who I had been with on Isla San Cristóbal. Crazy coincidence. So, the owner of the hostel brought me $6 because apparently my friends had negotiated the room for $14 each.
I went out for the night and ran into my friends at a nightclub in town. I hung around with a girl from Brazil for a bit who told me she is just visiting and that the friend she is staying with was asleep so she made new friends. I looked at her new collection of friends and there were 7 dudes licking their lips. I told her that she was probably going to end up in a sandwich.
Girl-I-have-slept-with-who-I-am-turning-into-a-friend was dancing with a local who was dumping tequila and other liquor into her and they were tearing up the dancefloor. They were all over the dancefloor and fire seemed to be coming from her feet. It was good entertainment, and she could dance well, but when she was not dancing she could barely walk. I was not going to let the Ecuadorian man take her home and I asked her if she was ready to go. She was, but I needed to find her purse and her flip-flops. I had to hold her hand to get her towards the hostel and we had to take three breaks on the walk back for her to rest. She was entertaining and the drunkest girl on the island. On one of her breaks she was complaining, “Why is the world moving? Stand still! I am drunk as fuck. I am not going to throw up. I am just looking down…”
I got her into the hostel were I should have taken her right into the bathroom, but she wanted to lay down on her bed. She fell out of the bed within five minutes and then vomited all over the floor. I tried to get her to the bathroom mid-vomit, but she was content to vomit beside her bed. After she finished I got her into the shower where she dry-heaved a lot and was having a generally rough time. I brought her the pillow from her bed and got her water for the morning. It is good to do that every now and then. And it is good to have someone do that around you from time to time for sheer entertainment!
The amount of vomit I have been exposed to on this trip has been extraordinary…