Richar - aka the 'loco local'

'Richar' was intended to be named 'Richard' apparently, but there was a typo at the births office! He preferred to call himself the 'loco local'. This turned out to be an apt nickname - the guy was a nutcase, but in the very best kind of way. He knew literally everyone we bumped into on our whole trip, and knew every back track, beach cove, plant, animal and rock we came across. The fact that he'd learned english from californian surf bums made things most humorous - we'd get a detailed scientific explanation on some species or other, followed by 'no shit, huh?'. Mad frisbee skills. Really the only thing we can hold against him is that he introduced us to caña - a horribly cheap, horribly potent booze made from cane sugar.

The gang

That's us. Sarina from Switzerland, who sported depressingly well maintained dreadlocks, Dan and Kieran the kiwis, who assisted greatly in the general consumption of beer and talking shit. Besides that, we were clearly the coolest and best looking group of tourists anyone could hope for.

Giant tortoise

Huge. Slow moving. Heavy (up to 250kg!) Doesn't answer to Spot, Rover or anything else we could think of.

Marine Iguana

Huge. Slow moving. (spotting a pattern here?) Sneezes out saltwater in an impressive spray - hangs out on rocks with his harem of (very attractive, if you're into facial spikes and rough peeling skin) female iguanas.

Sealion

Often huge. Not so slow moving, even on land, as Amy discovered when she inadvertently walked between a bull and one of his harem. Fortunately, while he could run at a decent clip, low walls posed more of an obstacle. Pretty funny to watch. Amy was unsuccessful in smuggling a baby out in her daypack (lucky, cause they smell terrible!).

Booby (blue footed)

Heh. Booby. What else can you say?