We woke up early, around six o'clock, the ship bobbing gently on the waves. Bleary eyed, we stumbled out of our cabin and found that we had docked by Bartalome Island, illuminated by the bright morning light.
This island was still sparse and bare, but we were told we would see small volcanoes humped from the ground and a patch of green where the mangroves. I was skeptical, not believing that we would actually get to see real volcanoes, but I was proved wrong.
The hike turned out to be quite nice. We were taken in a zodiac and dropped off the island, where we climbed up the steep hillside behind the naturalist. Halfway through, he held up his hand and stopped us.
"There's your volcano" he said.
A mound, the about thirty feet wide and forty tall, poked up from the ground. It was like someone had taken a child's drawing of a volcano, shrunk it considerably, painted it a reddish brown and plopped it on this desert-like island. This was one slightly eroded went, with more volcanoes in the background.
"Cool," I breathed.
The naturalist then picked up a huge boulder as easily as if he was picking up a carton of milk.
"Air bubbles in this rock make it extremely light," he explained, and then tossed the boulder to an unsuspecting man next to him, who let out a startled shriek and promptly dropped it.
After we had climbed to high altitudes and passed the volcanoes, we were able to appreciate the full glory of the islands past not only from its volcanic features. You might've seen this photo on my blog, but let me tell you, with the golden sunshine and a light breeze is was absolutely heavenly.
And so, despite my skepticism, I really did get to see a volcano. This wasn't the only thing we did on Bartolome, but the volcanoes were certainly a highlight. Amd the view. If you want to see what other treasures we got from Bartolome, make sure to check back on Wednesday for part two.