We arrived at about 10am on Sunday from chilly Quito and were thrust into... a desert... I wasn't surprised, I knew what to expect at the airport, but the 10 year old inside of me was disappointed. There was no stepping off the plane onto black recently laid volcanic rock, or a thick jungle, this wasn't a documentary and I was David Attenborough. There was just dry dusty land with large volcanic rocks strewn about and what I assume is a Galapagos prickly pear.
Customs is a lot like Australia. It sounds like they're going to take away your toothpaste because it has some small suggestion that the factory was near a insect infested tree. They even bring out the alsation sniffer dogs. But no one so much as peeked in our bags even though we had most boxes ticked to declare things.
There are two airports in the Galapagos, we landed on Baltra island, which only has the airport on it and a ferry terminal to Santa Cruz Island. After making it to the shore it is a 40minute drive to the town of Puerto Ayora, where most of the tourist action is. Unfortunately we are here in peak tourist time and I hate everyone here because they don't love it as much as me and haven't wanted to come here as long as me. Especially the kids. I hate the kids... End petty rant. We both were feeling a bit under the weather on our first day and were hoping we weren't about to get a healthy dose of travelers diarrhea...