never knew how much I hate roosters....

What the hells up with all the roosters? No matter what time you go to sleep, it wasn’t a guarantee of a good nights sleep, between fishermen yelling to each other at 5am before they head out and the frackin roosters. Someone at the Oasis Hotel needs to re-locate those bastages…or make a nice stew!

The next morning we pack all our gear, and still have a left over bag that goes to Skip and Bevs for safe keeping. No sense lugging unnecessary weightsince we had to carry are gear in our kayak from island to island. We head out in vans to our “put in spot” and the first problem that we notice is the ruder doesn’t work….Chewie with Paddling South actually said something about how this would really screw the perro! Ha! 45 minutes of gerry rigging it, they got it at least secured. We are four tandems kayaks and two singles for our guides. We head to a national aquatic preserve after a short kayak, when we toured in the San Juan Islands we kayaked six hours a day…here its more like 2-3. Once we landed, I realized that this was the most remote camping that I’ve ever done. Just the 10 of us…like Survivor! …or LOST! During the day is was super hot so we did loads of snorkeling and the other Richard did do the best Jaws theme ever! foreshadowing The first days hike took us up in elevation (yes Rich had his GPS there) over 1200 feet to the other side of the island. When we got there we were treated with that afternoons dolphin show…unbelievable. We found dolphin bones, what a trip! On the hike back we were joined by a tarantula…at this point its sinking in that this desert paradise has risks too.

The guides, Antonio and Jorge were always finding ways to tire us out so we hiked, kayaked and snorkled most every day…by the end…there was a little mutiny. The next day while kayaking, we saw

The Rooster theme was haunting us…but isn’t this frackin cool fish. I wonder what the creator was thinking with this one!?! Although this was impressive, it was the surrounding school of shark that really freaked me out. They followed the rooster fish was circled around and the funky dorsal fin surrounded by single dorsal fins FINS> Rich and I were intrigued and then blown away when the entire school went under our boats. The water is crystal clear and we could see these 4 plus foot fish…the guides reverted to Spanish and they said, “nooooooooooooo those aren’t sharks” but I don’t believe them. See the picture, that’s exactly what these fish looked like, minus fisherman, boat ect. The last picture is of a bat ray, these were so cool, the would horizonaly jump a foot out of the water…looked like they were jumping for joy.

Next nights wildlife encounter was a rattlesnake and swarms of bees. Thankfully they canceled that days hike. And as a point to how rustic it was, we pulled up to one beach, and Jorge points confirming the bathroom was designated beyond the barbed wire fence…you needed to grab the shovel, dry bag with TP and the ammo box (for which to burn your TP) you must dig a minimum of 6 inches to do your business-oi, I paid for this adventure didn’t I…I could have been down by the pool with a drink with an umbrella in it, a shower, bed, tv…oh I digress…

The next installment will have highlights of the hours that we spent throwing rocks at rocks and collecting seashells that we couldn’t take home…so we just took pictures of them….