In Puerto Ayuru we end up in a psychedelic dungeon of a hotel, painted in yellow, green and blue and with winding stairs and gangways. The manager is a harsh but confused lady, and her husband is kind and even more confused. For 20 minutes they read us the house rules, when the reception is open, and when it’s not you have to use another entrance, first press a button and then open with a key. We nod and forget everything, we’re not staying long.
Just a few blocks away we find a beautiful restaurant by the sea where we have some cava and a perfect tuna steak. Happiness.
And when we wake up next morning the sun is shining again. We’re sad to say goodbye to the Galapagos, but we’re now heading into a part of journey that we know very little about. Yet.