14.02.2016 23 °C
Galápagos el amor y la belleza
Be still, my sensitive heart. Well, I suppose my mind is preparing for the departure early next week. Bittersweet traveling is. The amazing connections that are sought after, bring memories and tearful goodbyes. Tears be flowing today, in a feeling of overwhelming gratitude, as I go over the course of my trip, the beautiful people I've met and the places I've seen. Dying into myself, my heart wide open for life, people, and experience.
It's been one month since I've left Vancouver island. There's no words or poetic weavings to accurately portray the experience of this trip. I stand in the middle, between there and away. I miss Ecuador already, and I miss home. These will be some of the memories I call back to when I'm old and grey and relive in my mind. Many more to be made and cherished.
The last couple days in the Galápagos was spent doing some of my favourite things, Snorkelling, Surfing, and Eating haha. The hike out to Tortuga bay, I considered it a bit of a necessary sacrifice to the beach and to surfing. An hour of hiking through sweltering heat and arid landscape. The path, laden with steep hills that seemed to go on forever. But, it was the joy in hearing the crashing of the waves in the distance as your drew near, that kept up the pace. Coming upon the beach, your eyes looked up following the white sandy beach to the crystal turquoise waters, paradise. And those waves, are looking mighty fine.
After my last Desayunos, I quickly learned I had half an hour to make it to the bus station to catch the last bus of the day at 8am. This hour bus ride wound through the centre of the island, passing the various small pockets of different bioregion. Then, we hopped on a ferry to cross over to the isla Baltra. Two plane rides later with a stop over in Guayaquil, I landed in Quito. Partly cloudy and much much cooler. Being so high up in the highlands. It was nice not to be sweating all the time. A 140 MpH taxi ride through the city. Scary. We passed a car accident. In Canada, at least, I think there is some sensitivity to passers by. They try to get the victims in the ambulance as quickly as possible. Not there. Bloody and very unconscious people being worked on on the road. One already on a back board, the other still laying on the road. Their car, totalled. I thought, there's know way they are still alive. It made me sad. Thinking back to my ayahuasca experience in what it felt like to be out of my body and around any sort of non natural light or noise. It was intense and uncomfortable. I felt for them, if they did indeed pass.
Today, the plan is to do some laundry and explore the unesco world heritage sights in the old district of Quito. Taking it easy in preparation for my long journey home tomorrow night! I'm excited to come home. Seeds be sprouting in all areas of life.