What else? At North Seymour, we went for a swim before eating lunch on the boat. Will and I tried some snorkeling again, but we didn’t see much. The water was deeper, which altered the previous day’s comfort with the ocean. The deep water was once again intimidating. And to top it off, as soon as we got out of the water, not 30 seconds later, we saw a large shark swimming in the water, practically doing laps around the boat. Freaky!
We began talking with one of the chaperones of the children, Veronica. She lives in Miami, and has been in the US for the past 17 years. She grew up in Guayaquil and Quito, and when she was 17, she went on a trip to the Galapagos with her graduating class. A friend of hers from that trip called her up and invited her to come on this trip. So, since she only had to pay $500, which included everything, she came.
The cocky gringo turned out to be South American. He grew up in Chile and Ecuador, so that explains the Spanish. Unfortunately, his English was pretty good, too. He wasn’t such a bad guy. Veronica ended up making plans to meet up with him in town later that night, and she invited us, too. But we couldn’t find the bar, so we went home. As it turns out, Veronica was stuck with the kids until midnight, watching them ride go-karts all night, so she never met up with him either. Poor guy.