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Galapagos Trip Report 

The Ultimate Galapagos – August 04 – August 18, 2009

There is something about getting out of bed at 05:00 a.m. to drive to the airport to get on a plane for some far away exotic location that does not seem to bother me.  After a quick shower and a last minute check for forgotten items I am in the car and on my way.  There are many people already on the roads making their way to the office and there are a couple of occasions when traffic grinds to a halt.  I could not imagine myself having to do this drive again five days a week.  Arrival at the airport parking lot immediately leads to a parking space but I have to wait for a second shuttle bus before I am on my way to the terminal.  Check-in these days is becoming an automated affair and the kiosks are straight forward and easy to use.  However, there is still the requisite weigh-in of luggage to ensure that the airlines collect their overweight baggage fees.  Still, the charge is only $54.00 this time around so cannot be considered too exorbitant.  There is a slight delay at the oversize luggage ramp since the conveyor was jammed and consequently, by the time I arrived at the gate, boarding was already half way complete.  But I made it to my seat with coffee still in hand and settled in for the three hour flight to Miami.  Apparently the plane’s computers were malfunctioning and the GPS system could not locate the plane’s position.  Good thing we were still on the ground.  The resolution for this predicament according to the technical support staff is to power the system off and on again three times.  It takes about ten minutes each time but by the third re-boot the system was functioning again.  So after a thirty minute delay it is up, up, up and away.

Arriving in Miami airport really gives one the impression that they have travelled to a foreign country.  It seems as though the majority of people speak English as a second language, if at all.  There is the constant hustle and bustle associated with any international airport and, after locating my departure gate, I go to one of the kiosks for lunch.  One thing about the Americans, they are not shy about piling loads of food onto your plate.  By the time I had finished lunch I knew I could hold out until dinner time for another meal no matter how late it was.

The next leg of the trip was another American Airlines flight.  Once everyone was boarded, the flight crew determined that there was a problem with the fuel gauge which would have to be replaced.  “Safety first”, the captain said.  It would have been nice if the comfort of the passengers was considered as a second priority since the air conditioning wasn’t working either.  The plane was filled to capacity by Ecuadoreans returning home.  The amount of stuff that they crammed into the overhead compartments meant that my carry-on luggage had to be partially unpacked to fit into the compartment.  All the batteries, chargers, cables, film etc. went into a separate bag which was stowed under the seat.  To make matters worse, much worse in fact, I was seated next to an incredibly obese woman whose buttocks occupied half of my seat.  We were delayed about an hour while they resolved the problem with the fuel gauge but the flight constituted one of the most uncomfortable that I have ever experienced.  Being seated in row 35 means that I am one of the last to get off the plane, one of the last to go through customs and one of the last to get out of the airport.  We are met by a representative from the hotel and once the considerable amount of luggage had been stowed in the van were on our way to the hotel.  The Unipark hotel in Guayaquil is an elegant affair offset by the dirty little beggar greeting us at the door.  Heavily armed guards are also present.  The rooms are large and well appointed and, once settled in, we headed to the lounge for a welcome cocktail.  Then it was off to bed and a much needed restful sleep.

The 9:00 a.m. wake-up call stirred me from slumber and after a quick shower I met the rest of the group in the restaurant for breakfast.  It is good to see so many familiar faces again.  It seems as though there is a hard core group of underwater photographers and videographers that join Jonathan on all of these trips.  We held a short meeting in the lounge for a briefing and introduction and then it was back to the room to attempt to re-send my Aggressor fleet application and waiver.  This took much longer than anticipated since my laptop e-mail application was not configured correctly.  However, once successfully transmitted it was time to do some sightseeing.  The rest of the group had already departed so I strolled across the street to the park that has numerous iguanas strolling around the grounds.  There is also a small pond with turtles and Japanese koi swimming about.  The serenity of the park is constantly bombarded by the honking of automobile horns.  It seems that Ecuadorean drivers keep one hand on the ready to notify everyone within earshot of their presence.  I continued my stroll down to the river waterfront where considerable time, money and energy has been expended improving the promenade.  There are numerous shops and restaurants along the river’s edge.  Perhaps the most striking feature is the difference between earlier architecture and present developments.  The early architecture of government buildings and churches is ornate and in keeping with the Spanish colonial style.  More recent developments are stark in comparison, simply great edifices of concrete and steel and glass.  Throngs of people are milling about and street vendors hawk their wares in a continuous cacophony of noise.  We gathered for dinner and several bottles of wine with our meal ensured that everyone was in good spirits.  Since we had an early start the next day it was off to bed as soon as our meal was finished.

I awoke at 05:00 a.m. and decided that since there were quite a few of us to check-out that morning an early shower and quick breakfast was in order.  Afterwards we hauled our gear down to the lobby and began the arduous check-out process.  Even though everything is set up on computers it still took about 20 minutes for each person to check-out.  The fact that few of us speak Spanish and fewer of the hotel staff spoke English made it difficult to communicate.  Once everybody was assembled the gear was loaded into the truck, we got into the van and headed to the airport. 

The Aggressor representative met us at the airport and somehow managed to arrange for all our considerable equipment to be loaded onto the plane without any overweight charges.  This is just another one of the perks of travelling with Jonathan.  After check-in we were ushered into the VIP lounge where we took advantage of our last internet connection for a couple of weeks.  I can remember a time when people would indulge each other in conversation but we all seemed content to communicate electronically.  At least we weren’t instant messaging each other.  We boarded the plane and were off for the 90 minute flight to San Cristobal.  Once we arrived and checked through customs we each paid our park access fee, gathered our luggage and awaited the arrival of the trucks that would ferry us to the harbour.  We disembark and realize that the steps down to the panga that will take us to our ship are almost completely covered by snoozing sea lions.  We manage to find our way down a ramp where there are only a few sea lions and head towards the Albatros, the Galapagos Aggressor II ship which will be our home for the next ten days.  We are assigned our cabins and lockers and are treated to a quick but tasty and nutritious lunch.  Then it is time for a check-out dive.  After determining how much weight we are going to require we are handed our cameras and are immediately treated to a display of speed, agility and acrobatics by a pair of friendly sea lions.  There is also a school of fish congregating just beneath the hull.  A slight current takes us away from the boat but there are few photo opportunities until the sea lions join us and cavort about, twisting and turning and zooming past us at speeds that I had never encountered before by an aquatic creature.  After an hour of being entertained by these acrobatics we end our dive, clean up our gear and assemble on deck where we are introduced to the crew.  Once the formalities are completed we go up to the top deck for a BBQ dinner of beef, chicken and fish that was absolutely delicious.  After dinner and several glasses of champagne and wine we retire to our cabins and settle in for the night. 

At some point the crew started the engines for the crossing to Seymour Island.  The loud and constant throbbing of the engines made sleeping a difficult task and it was almost a reprieve when the breakfast bell sounded at 06:30 a.m.  There were bowls of fresh fruit laid out as well as your choice of several cereals and a breakfast menu consisting of eggs, waffles, French toast, bacon, ham and sausage.  Nobody was likely to feel famished at any point during the day.  Our first dive was in relatively poor visibility, about 20 feet deep, and in cold water making hoods a necessity.  We encountered several white tip sharks and a marble ray but for the most part the dive was rather uneventful.  Still, it was good to get wet.  The second dive was a repeat of the first and then after lunch we set off for a land tour of Seymour Island.  It is necessary to stay within the confines of the marked trail on the island and we were requested to not approach any closer than a few feet from the animals and birds.  We saw blue-footed boobies, marine iguanas, much larger land iguanas and several sea lion pups nursing at their mother’s breasts.  After returning to the ship we were treated to a delicious grilled shrimp dinner and once again the wine flowed with reckless abandon.  After dinner a few of us stayed up to watch “The Road to Perdition” and then it was off to bed.  The crossing to Wolf Island took 14 hours and once again the constant throbbing and noise of the engines made sleep a difficult affair.  By morning Wolf Island was in sight and after another hearty breakfast we prepared for our first dive.

There is advanced diving and then there is diving in the Galapagos.  The seas are high and it is necessary to time the entry into the panga since the seas can rise and fall as much as four feet while you are attempting to board.  We split into two groups to head out for our first dive of the day.  The current is ripping as we descend to a spot on the wall where we literally hang on for dear life.  Within a few minutes we are treated to our very own version of Shark Week.  Scalloped hammerheads, Galapagos sharks and silky sharks patrol the edge of the wall, swimming against the current and are soon joined by a school of eagle rays.  However, the current makes shooting difficult and the sharks appear to be the only creatures in the Galapagos that are afraid to approach us closely.  We make four dives at the same location throughout the day and each one is different.  The animals may be the same but the experiences differ completely.  Our third dive delivers very little action throughout the first thirty minutes but when we reach our air turnaround levels at 700 psi and release our hold on the rocks allowing the current to whisk us away we head straight into a school of several dozen scalloped hammerheads and a pod of dolphins.  As we reach our surface interval several silky sharks approach very closely.  Six diehard divers make the fourth dive of the day and are treated to more of the same.         

After dinner I retire early in an attempt to catch up on some much needed sleep.  At 04:30 a.m. the crew starts the engines for the crossing to Darwin Island and my slumber is disturbed once again by the constant noise.  When the bell rings at 06:30 to signal breakfast we arise to a thick grey cloud cover.  After breakfast and the dive briefing we don our gear for what turns out to be one of the best diving days of my career.  On the first dive we see two small whale sharks, probably only about 20 feet long and too far away for any photo opportunities but they make for nice silhouettes.  I do not see the whale shark on dive two but most of the other divers are able to get close.  On dive three however I experience my first up close encounter with a large whale shark, this one is perhaps 40 feet long.  Kicking against the current as hard as I can I am unable to get any closer to her front than the gills.  Filming these amazing creatures is incredibly hard work.  Dive four is spent at the top of the wall filming the occasional hammerhead until the dive master signals that there is another whale shark out in the blue.  Off we go again, our fins furiously kicking against the current to catch up with this creature that is slowly meandering away from us.  Once again I am not able to make any headway and then, just when I am about to give up she turns towards me and I am able to film her eye.  Even with a wide angle lens it is virtually impossible to get an impression as to just how large this animal is.  I continue to follow her until my ears start to hurt and realize that she is diving deeper.  Since she provides the only visible frame of reference it is virtually impossible to film and monitor gauges at the same time.  My computer reads a maximum depth of 122 feet and for the remainder of the evening I am referred to as “122”.  We enjoy another hearty meal with several glasses of wine and then a group of us join Jukka for cigars and cognac on the back deck.  Then it is off to bed without any fear of the engines starting up in the middle of the night to disturb our sleep.

The following morning we awake to clear sunny skies.  Even though we are near the equator it seems as though the weather here is generally overcast.  After breakfast we are briefed on the dive profile which involves filming schools of hammerheads.  However, the hammerheads are particularly shy and it is not often that they approach close enough to get good footage. After about 30 minutes I see Jonathan heading out into the blue and realize that he is not doing this just for the exercise.  So, once again fins furiously kick against the current until a large dark shape appears.  Another large whale shark is just ahead and this time I am able to get to her head.  Unfortunately, just as I start filming, the battery low indicator comes on and the camera shuts down.  I am beginning to wonder if there is some sort of conspiracy to keep me from filming the cavernous mouth of these creatures.

Whenever we finish a dive we are helped from the panga by the crew who then unload all of our gear.  We are only responsible for our masks.  Once everyone is aboard the crew furnish us with mugs of steaming hot chocolate and warm sticky buns.  There are hot showers on the dive deck for those who are so inclined and hot towels to dry off with afterwards. This is civilized!  When I first started diving I hoped that I would never become so jaded that diving in the local lakes in cold water and limited visibility would no longer be of any interest.  However, after several of these trips with Jonathan where I have been up close and personal with tiger sharks, wild spotted dolphins, manta rays and now scalloped hammerheads and whale sharks it is difficult to get excited about the prospect of zebra mussels and the occasional perch.

Our last day at Darwin island starts out slightly overcast but quickly gives way to sunny skies.  We gear up after breakfast and are taken out to a site that is right in front of Darwin’s Arch, perhaps one of the most famous dive sites in the world.  We descend to the top of the wall and within a few moments the dive masters signal that a whale shark is approaching.  We head out into the blue in search of the dark shape and the work-out begins.  Chasing these behemoths is an arduous task made even more difficult by the strong currents.  For the past several dives I have been attempting to shoot a full frontal profile of the whale sharks mouth but it seems that once the whale shark sees you they turn away and descend.  On the first dive we are treated to two sightings and by the end of the dive I am thoroughly exhausted.  We head back to the boat for the requisite hot chocolate and sticky buns while the crew members refill our tanks.  After a lengthy surface interval we are back at it again.  The whale sharks show no mercy and within a few minutes of our descent it is another full scale assault out into the blue.  I am beginning to realize that many more sessions in the gym in preparation for this trip might have been appropriate.  I follow the shark down to 97 feet and then give up the chase.  As I return to the wall there is another whale shark approaching and I attempt to get in front of her for that full frontal face shot.  Unless you are fortunate enough to be in perfect position or graced with strong, youthful legs it is virtually impossible to swim faster than the shark even when they are cruising at idle speed.  They seem to be on a leisurely excursion with their gigantic tails swaying slowly from side to side but let me tell you, these ladies are moving.  I capture as much video as I can and then return to the wall where I signal my buddy that I have reached turn around air pressure.  In less than twenty minutes I have blown through a 3000psi tank at depths that are mostly above 60 feet.  And once again I am so exhausted that assistance is required to regain the panga.

Some of our group were treated to a reprieve for the afternoon dives and did not see any more whale sharks.  I took the opportunity to film some of the numerous large green moray eels that slither amongst the rocks, a few sea cucumbers, a stonefish and several of the reef fish that inhabit the area.  However, others in our group, Jonathan included, encountered whale sharks on 11 of the 12 dives.  Word to the wise; if you are on a whale shark expedition with Jonathan, hang out near him on the reef.  All in all an incredible experience, and it is only half over.  We recuperated from the day’s activities in the hot tub entertaining cervezas and regaling each other with tall tales from previous diving excursions.  The Galapagos Park Authority had only approved our itinerary for a three day stay at Darwin Island so, amidst much grumbling from the group, the crew set a heading for Wolf Island where we will be diving tomorrow.

The next morning dawns bleak and overcast and a mist like rain casts a pall over the day’s activities.  After breakfast we prepared for our first dive of the day and by the end of the dive any thoughts that we had been short changed on our Darwin dives were easily displaced.  Our group was treated to a pod of dolphins, a wall of scalloped hammerheads, Galapagos sharks, silky sharks, schools of eagle rays, several turtles and a couple of whale sharks swimming overhead, all in one dive.  When we thought that it could not possibly get any better a pod of orcas crested the surface in the distance so an intrepid group headed out in a panga in the hopes of snorkeling with these marine mammals.  Darwin and Wolf islands, inhabited solely by birds and sea lions, are great edifices of sheer volcanic cliffs spewed from the depths of the oceans and I cannot imagine a more inhospitable place.  Underwater however it is a completely different story.  The convergence of three major ocean currents, the Humbolt from the south, the Panama from the north, and the Cromwell from the west ensure that there is plenty of food which, in turn, sustains an enormous variety of life.  My experience in the Galapagos is that everything is larger than life.  The fish that I am accustomed to seeing at other locations are larger in size and much more numerous than at any other place where they have been previously encountered and then there are all the other creatures that are generally not seen anywhere else or in such vast numbers.  Dive number two was more of the same, a continuous barrage of photographic opportunities that made it difficult to determine what to shoot next.  It is literally non-stop action until mercifully the batteries on my camera ran out and I was obliged to ascend.  After stowing our gear we once again head for the hot tub, quaff a couple of cold ones and wait for the dinner bell to ring.  After dinner several of us stay in the lounge to watch “Seven Pounds” and then it is off to bed.  This may be our last night of quiet sleep so I try to make the most of it.

Another gray sky greets us the following morning and shortly after breakfast we gather for the dive briefing.  It is going to be more of the same and so we descend at the site called, “Landslide” and wait for the action to start.  It is not long before a school of spotted eagle rays swim into view and they stay with us, circling in the current, for the entire dive.  Unfortunately my camera lens fogs up and I am not able to capture much footage although the opportunities are plentiful.  At the surface I clean the lenses of both camera and housing and ensure that everything is prepared for the next dive.  Just as I get everything re-assembled, a pod of orcas are sighted off the port stern.  The largest of the group raises its tail from the water and then smacks it down hard on the surface ostensibly to stun fish so that the small baby orca is able to feed.

There may be more dive sites available at Wolf Island but the dive masters return us each time to the same spot.  Again we descend and are immediately greeted by the same school of eagle rays.  They entertain us for almost an hour, hovering slightly overhead, circling us in the currents.  This time I am able to get plenty of footage.  On occasion they are joined by turtles and a school of hammerheads.  We reach our turnaround air levels and cast away from the rocks.  I swim out into the blue to film a large school of hammerheads and then they part right and left, like a curtain opening on a stage, as a 40 foot whale shark ascends from the deep.  Finally I have my full frontal encounter and it could not possibly have been choreographed any better.  I film the whale shark as it turns away and then continue my ascent.  Just as my buddy indicates that he has completed his safety stop and is ready to go to the surface a smaller, perhaps 15 foot, whale shark swims by.  I capture a few moments of video but since she is descending I elect not to follow.  We reach the surface with great grins on our faces; this dive was perhaps the best hour that I have ever spent underwater.  A grilled lunch of beef and chicken shish-ka-bobs awaits us and then afterwards some of the group pause for an hour or so to eliminate excess nitrogen from their systems.  Jonathan and Pierre and Julia head out in the panga to shoot the obligatory B-roll shots of them rolling off the boat and climbing back in.  Tod, Daniel and I set off towards a pod of several hundred dolphins that are circling in the bay.  We snorkel with them for a half hour or so as they continue to circle us.  In 30 minutes I accumulate more footage of dolphins in the wild than I did during a week of snorkeling with them in the Bahamas.  If there is any better place in the world to film big animals underwater I have yet to experience it.  Snorkeling with the dolphins caused us to be late for the third dive and subsequently we had to abandon dive four.  However, by the time we descended for our third dive, cold waters from the deep were upwelling creating a significant thermocline at about sixty feet.  The current was absolutely ripping making it virtually impossible to stay in one place even when holding on.  Shooting video in these conditions is a difficult affair but there were few photo opportunities.  Instead of dive four we entered a cave on Wolf Island that provides shelter for sea lions.  Then on the return trip to the boat we investigated another pod of dolphins some of which were leaping several feet out of the water.  Then it was back to the boat to take the remainder of the afternoon off.  The rest will do all of us a world of good.  Some of us took in sun on the top deck, while others updated their logs and viewed pictures of the day’s activities.  After dinner we gathered in the main galley for an evening of comedy fest where each of us took turns at standup comedy.  None of us are destined to give up our day jobs although Pierre’s “Waga-Waga” story has now been successfully translated into Spanish.

Overnight we sailed for Roca Redonda, another inhospitable rock of sheer volcanic cliffs that is situated not too far from the equator.  The dive master gives us the morning briefing and then suits up in a dry suit with full thermal underwear.  Perhaps he knows something that I don’t.  We enter the water from the pangas and I am immediately impressed by the water temperature…it is only 68F.  A 5mm. suit with a dry suit hood is all that separates me from the elements and I am vaguely reminded of diving in Canada with the exception that there are all sorts of tropical fish swimming about.  Sulphur gases escape from cracks and crevices in the sea floor and we spend a few moments filming here.  Then it is off to find some good reason to be diving in these conditions.  After a while we encounter a school of literally thousands of barracuda.  The Pacific barracuda is much smaller than the great barracuda that is commonly encountered in the Caribbean but what they may lack in size they make up for in sheer numbers.  There are so many that the dark form of the school blocks the available light of the sun.  Two sea lions investigate us for a while and then disappear as they go about their daily routine.  A school of hammerheads swims by but are not really close enough to acquire good footage.  There are numerous starfish of varying size, shape and colour and lots of different jellyfish floating in the water column but it is a welcome relief when I reach my turnaround air pressure and begin the ascent.  Once back on the ship the hot showers, hot towels and hot chocolate help to dispel the chill.  We decide that a second dive at this site is not warranted and set sail for Punta Vicente Boca.  Generally the only boats that are allowed permits to be at this location are the day boats which only allow for an hour of snorkeling.  We have a permit for five scheduled dives.

By the time that we arrive at our destination the skies are clear and it is pleasantly warm.  We have lunch and are then briefed on the next dive plan.  We are now virtually right on the equator but the afternoon dives make our morning dive seem almost balmy in comparison.  The water temperature at depth is only 60F and one of the creatures that we have come to film, the red-lipped batfish, resides at a depth of 100 feet or more.  I am the only one outfitted in a 5mm. wetsuit and as I descend I think about the students who tell me that they will not dive in Canada because it is too cold.  Andrew is fortunate enough to encounter a mola-mola and squeezes off a few shots.  The rest of us are not as lucky.  However, there is still a lot to see.  Sea fans of varying colour cover the wall and I have never encountered such healthy specimens.  After 52 minutes in the water I am chilled to the bone and ready for a hot shower, hot towel and hot tub.  Apparently there are some worthwhile things to film here so after a surface interval we are once again preparing for another dive.  There is something special about donning a cold wetsuit for a dive in even colder water.  We immediately descend to depth and I am able to shoot some footage of the endemic Galapagos bullhead shark and a couple of red-lipped batfish.  But lordy, lordy,lordy it is cold down there.  After just a few minutes it is up to a shallower depth where I seek out the warmer water above the thermocline.     

The next morning dawns bright and clear and since we have determined that the mola-mola are skittish and will swim away if approached we decide that the two pangas will go to separate locations to improve our chances. My group is the first to seek out the mola-mola and although the others encounter several, I do not see any.  The water is mind numbingly cold and the current is so strong that filming is impossible.  In fact, just holding on is nearly impossible.  Once we are able to round the point the current subsides but my air levels indicate that it is time to end the dive.  Andrew, who is diving with the other group, has an interesting encounter when a sea lion swims up to him with a red-lipped batfish in its mouth and then proceeds to deposit the batfish right in front of the camera lens just like a dog playing with a ball.  For dive two we are supposed to stay shallow but the boat drops us off right on top of a mola-mola cleaning station.  Solon, our dive master is able to get close enough for some good footage and I film him from about 30 feet away.  Unfortunately my mask keeps fogging up and the constant clearing causes me to become even colder so I end the dive early and head for the hot showers.  After lunch we enjoy a lengthy surface interval on the sun deck and then descend again for our third dive.   This time we are going to be in shallower water and I film some of the fish swimming about.  Then, in about 50 feet of water I turn around and a mola-mola is approaching me from behind.  It comes quite close for inspection and then turns and swims away.  Later in the dive Lennie, the other dive master, points out a sea horse attached to some seaweed.  Like everything else in the Galapagos it is large, in fact it is the largest that I have ever seen anywhere.  All in all, it is a very good day of diving.

We sail overnight to Cousin’s Rock where we will conduct our last two dives of this trip.  The first dive is on one side of the rock to film macro subjects and by following Solon, our dive master,  I am able to get footage of a frogfish and a couple of seahorses.  The visibility is not great and although warmer than the previous couple of days, the water is still cold.  The second dive is on the other side of the rock where a number of sea lions have established themselves in the crevices amongst the rocks.  The large bull sea lion is very territorial and swims right up to those of us encroaching on his territory, barking at us in loud grunts.  Since discretion is the better part of valour, I back away to give him his space.  My battery fails part way through the dive so I ascend and head back to the boat. 

There is a whirlwind of activity as everyone rinses their gear and hangs it up to dry.  The skies are overcast and it is quite cool so it is not likely that everything will be dry by morning. We break for lunch and then as we head for Santa Cruz the packing of camera gear and clothing continues.  We dock in Puerto Ayora and take a tour bus to Rancho Prinicia where we are able to don rubber boots to wander through the muddy fields taking pictures of the giant tortoises.  Afterwards we head into town for some souvenir shopping and dinner.  We decide to have dinner at an Italian restaurant and although the prices of pizza are reasonable at $8-$10 we manage to amass a $500 bill by the time we have depleted their wine cabinet.  It is evident that other patrons of the restaurant are somewhat relieved when our raucous group of revelers leave the restaurant and get back on the bus.  Once back onboard we view the video that Solon had made of our week’s adventures but several members of our group passed out before the video ended.  Then it is off to bed.  Our last morning aboard involves ensuring that everything is safely packed away while we await transport to the airport. 

This trip was billed as the Ultimate Galapagos and certainly lived up to expectations.  We were able to film everything that we had come here to see.  Although I have enjoyed diving all around the world this was my first trip to the Galapagos and from a neophyte’s perspective it is simply awe inspiring.  We only penetrated the first 100 feet or so of an ocean that is thousands of feet deep and encountered creatures of such size and sheer number as to defy description.  From the very, very large to the very, very small Galapagos delivers in a big way. 




Katyk Briceño
"Amazing!!! Beautiful!!" 
Daniel LaFrance  
"Beautiful, akin to an underwater spiritual experience of sorts."
Walter Marshall   
"Whenever I watch your videos I am just taken away." 
Shaun Diaz   
"Well done, very well done. Mysterious, gorgeous and deeply inspiring... The best part is I am not naming any of it. It is nature in its most perfect and beautiful form." 
Christie Lopez  
"David...the video is beautiful and so is the music!! I love the music!!!!" 
Brian Dodd
"I just wanted to thank you for the moments of peace and beauty these clips brought to my hectic life."