My Arrival in Galapagos (or how I came to be riding with the airline crew of AeroGal)
Puerto Ayora Travel Blog› entry 6 of 89 › view all entries
After not a small amount of turbulence, we
land in the middle of what looks like a desert with cool cactus trees. After
landing on the island of Baltra, I have to take a bus across the tiny island
(of course, putting the airport the other
side of the island would make too much sense), take a ferry to Santa Cruz, the
island where my town Puerto Ayora is.
There, I will take a $4 cab ride across the island to my
homestay, whose address is "halfway down the block from the mechanic
Gallardo." I can see directions are going
to be interesting in Puerto Ayora. The town of Puerto Ayora has about 15-20k
people, depending who you're talking to, but addresses are still given in
relation to landmarks or people.
After landing, I'm pretty stoked to stop flying and finally be able to take more than a few steps without losing my breath. I get through immigration and then head for the buses. All the gringos are congregating outside the airport meeting their tours and such and here I go...like a local and jump onto a bus with people already in it (local people). Of course as the logic in these parts go, the gringos get on to other bus about half an hour later and take off while we're still sitting around. No one in the bus is wondering why we are still waiting to leave, much less complaining.
The problem is that the buses to and from the airport have stopped running
because there are only a few flights per day.
Great. So, I get off and there's
a truck unloading and loading things.
I chat with the guys there and they look at me sympathetically and
curiously. After all the heavy lifting has finished, they tell me that they can
take me to and from the airport for $10 which is kind of a lot of money but not
unreasonable ...not to mention, it wasn't really the time to be economical. So me and some dude jump into the truck and
take off. On the way (which is the one
road on the island), we run into the bus carrying all the airport workers on
their way home. We stop the bus, I jump
out to check if they are carrying my suitcase.
So here I am sitting on the ferry and a
bus with the whole crew of the local airline AeroGal. I not only don't have to pay for the bus to
Puerto Ayora, but the workers' shuttle drops me off in front of a driveway with
about 5 houses connected to it. One of
the friendly crew points generally to all the houses and says, there is Carlos
Arturo's house. I walk towards the
driveway and ask a random person on the street who actually knows which house
is Carlos Arturo's. After being here for
a few days, it is not surprising that this is the case.