| The only place to walk on Isla Baltra was the road to the airport |
| The landscape of Isla Baltra looks like how we imagine Africa does |
| After leaving Baltra we passed through the narrow channel that separates it from Isla Santa Cruz, and headed south to Puerto Ayora |
| The harbor at Puerto Ayora was crammed with boats of every description |
| A black noddy adopted our dinghy as its own |
| Isla Santa Cruz was indented by brackish water lagoons |
| One lagoon leads to the sea and was a favorite, but cold, local swimming hole, called Las Grietas, the Cracks |
| A 2 mile paved path lead from town to Playa La Tortuga, turtle beach |
| The indigenous Santa Cruz lava lizard |
| Playa Tortuga was long, soft, deserted and gorgeous |
| A cactus forest grew on the point of Playa Tortuga |
| Stone-delineated paths wound through the cactus forest |
| The Opuntia cactus were over 10 ft tall |
| The alpha male |
| and his colonial subjects |
| Another of Darwin's pesky, barely distinguishable finches |
| Cactus finch? |
| The Giant Tortoise Breeding Centers are very successful |
| Tonight's the night! |
| Choose your partner... |
| ...and Doe-See-Doe |
| Whew! This is harder than it seemed! |
| Lava and beach meet desert and seashore on Isla Santa Cruz |
| We walked miles underground through blown out lava tubes 20 ft high, like caves with stalactites |
| After struggling north from Isabella we found the tranquility of Baltra harbor delightful |
| Get in line |