We arrived on Isabela a day ago after a very bumpy plane ride one, which Molls fell asleep for thankfully. I’m sitting outside a glorious little b&b on the beach and all seems well with the world.
Lollipop bribes for Molls to wear her radio mic – at Isabela tortoise reserve
We were met by our guide Pablo at the tiny airport and taken straight to the end of a small line of beach front hotels and restaurants. The b&b looks directly onto a pristine beach with soft sand which is protected by mangroves and poison apple trees to the left, and lava rocks to the right.
I’m trying to sit and watch the waves and the life they bring in, and memorise this scene so I can always take myself back there. Its lowest tide right now but at mid-tide the lava rock formations create shallow lagoons. The girls were eager to explore these so we ran to the pools and looked in. Firstly we saw lots of marine iguanas swimming in from the sea, rippling through the waves. Then Herons and Pelicans came to perch on the lava and finally once the main pool was full of shrieking children a seal pup plopped in to play!
Our first afternoon was pretty glorious, standing in the sun watching the children laugh and dive whilst a seal swam around them. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
The town is tiny – sand covers the main road and theres a very relaxed surfy type of vibe here. Our evening meal consisted of Peppa Pig viewing whilst we ate falafel outside. Its very peaceful at night and the waves send us to sleep.
The next day was spent filming at Tinonteras – a lagoon harbour area with channel formation cut through the lava which are used by White Tip Reef Sharks to rest in. We saw about 30 or so sharks from the viewing area amongst hundreds of baby Marine Iguanas! And then our incredibly brave and intrepid five year old mermaid went snorkelling through a very narrow crevasse looking channel with the crew. Mont supported her the whole way. There was no way when I was 5 that I would have done that.
The girls have loved it here and it feels like we’re almost on holiday albeit with a film crew! The filming has been less demanding so we’re home in time to jump in the sea or relax for a bit to rest and get our energy back!
Sea lion pup and Molls
Today was spent viewing Flamingoes for the very first time. We walked to a wetland area to see them. They’re totally outrageous – luminous fuchsia pink with striking black underwings. Beautiful…and this afternoon we rode around the town on bikes with the girls sat in on child’s seats on the back. I’ve not been on a bike properly for about seven years so it took a bit of practise to balance especially with Molly on the back.
Whilst I sit here the sun is slowly going down but has been sadly swallowed by clouds so I’m not sure we will have the stunning sunset we’d like to witness tonight. Talking of sunsetting and things coming to an end; we’ve only ten days left, yes ten days. The last few weeks have flown by and I’m so pleased to have spent the last days here on Isabela. We have two more days of filming on the island and one day to travel home, then a week so so before we fly home. And, I’m flying home solo with the girls – totally dreading it…
I’m now totally ready to get back to home soil of the UK in all it’s dark, miserable and cold glory.
I’m must start to get the girls ready for tea, Mont is running along the beach and having some time on his own. He’s worked so hard managing the filming side of things with the family whilst carrying Molly around with him all day. Its a lovely run along the beach with dog footprints dotted here and there. One set disappeared in the ocean and for a moment I felt Reubs had joined me. This is a special place but home is even more magical and that is really saying something.
Our final volcanic day!
Today we trekked up the Sierra Negra volcano – to the very summit so we could take in the awe of the vastness of it. Its caldera is huge and what an amazing achievement of Isla to walk 5 miles up and down in the heat of the day, totally unaided. She’s achieved so much that girl, we’re so proud of her. Molls was carried all the way…covered in orange dust from nose to toe she was not very fond of our volcanic experience…but what an awesome way to end the journey. From home to Santa Cruz, to Floreana, to San Cristobal, to Isabela and to the top of the world….
The top of the volcano – Sierra Negra