Location: San Cristobal, Galapagos
Today, Argo’s crew was granted the opportunity to wake up to the beautiful sight of the Galapagos’ San Cristobal island. The morning began with an early 6:45 wake-up call, followed by a quick breakfast and clean-up. At 8 o’clock, everyone piled into two tour boats and headed out to explore the land of Darwin. The tour entailed swimming with sea lions, unfazed and often curious of the strangers with snorkels, stingrays, blue-footed boobies (a type of local bird), the only marine iguanas in existence, and hundreds of other species unique to this series of islands. Following our exploration of frigid waters and huge volcanic structures sticking out of the thousands of feet deep in the Pacific Ocean, the majority of the crew headed to shore. Around every corner, Argonites could be found enjoying the local cuisine, such as conch, catching up with family members back home via the internet cafes, or buying t-shirts with the Galapagos National Park logo on them. By 6 o’clock, everyone was back on board, ready for the night’s squeeze question and, of course, hungry for Graham pie. The question brought the crew back to their childhoods with the Argo version of a Mad Lib. For all those who don’t know the definition of a mad lib, it is a story where nouns, adjectives, adverbs, and verbs have to be added prior to reading, making it all the more entertaining in its entirety. As requested, here is Argo’s story: Argo Mad Lib: A Night Out Another friendly day was coming to an end aboard Argo when crew name Squid, the skipper of the day, announced a night out for the crew. A loud sound of excitement whoa could be heard from number 18 miles around. Before the dinghy times could be decided upon, the girls, led by a crew named Dani, were down the companionway preparing to jump the night away. After everyone put on their matching piece of clothing and underwear, it was time for one final briefing. Boomer had the crew count off, then advised Boomerism don’t be a muppet and remember to sign out this evening. After everyone had signed their lives away, they swam into boomrod. Swimmingly staff member Danimal shuttled the crew to shore. Upon arrival, everyone began hiking to the closest, Graham Pie, and went inside, except for a crew name Dash, who found the closest Booby (bird from today). Inside, the crew ordered a round of noun sea lion and headed to a vasectomy to sit and talk about the day. They talked mostly about bouncing underwater and flying with the sea lions and ugly iguanas. The best part of the day for some was when a crew named Harrison and a crew named Anna jumped overboard, swam to place Kicker Rock back, and found the elusive Indigenous potato. By 11 o’clock, everyone had grown fairly gnarly and was ready to head back to Argo. But before crew name Alex could head back, he had to buy one last paint. Making the night complete. Following dinner, the Marine Biology class and anyone else who wanted to participate pulled out their blankets and pillows and enjoyed the original March of Penguins before bed.