This morning we got on a small plane which was the size of a cigar and barely held all of us but it was an experience, and flew to Isabela. We dropped off our stuff at the hotel, then got mountain bikes to ride to the the other side of the Island where we saw a huge man made rock wall built years ago by prisoners. The bike ride was about 8 miles and was fine on level road, but then there were these hills where our legs turned to jello. We were exhausted after the ride and happy to have the afternoon off to ourselves where we walked on the beach and later saw flamingos.
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