Genovesa island, home of the red-footed booby. A panga ride away from our long and arduous, sleepless night. Spirits were low at breakfast, but quickly rose as we faced a land of which we had never before seen. As we ambled past booby nests . . . on the ground . . . drawn in the sand by poop, we began to recognize that we were in a whole new world, and if we missed a couple of the islands, then we would still be okay. We would still witness wonderment.
Still, we did feel a little bit deflated as we stood on the beach watching our sister boats, the Letty and the Flamingo, sail away from us, their broken sister. But, in their hasteness to board their working vessels, one of our sister passengers left us a little gift. And, in the spirit of eco-awareness and "leave nothing behind" my husband attained a brand new pair of shades and a slightly used "I Love Boobies" hat.