Floreana Island, our last stop of the trip. My worst day: Carsten wanted to get rid of me in Post Office Bay. At this lonely mailbox you can drop off your mail and postcards and hope for somebody from the destination town to come by and deliver it.

Well, Carsten forgot to close the mail barrel. So I hopped out of the box, right onto a dear land turtle friend who brought me back to our boat. No way to get rid of me, mate! I was already on the boat zipping my Caipirinha when Carsten came back with a bruised knee that he got during a soccer game of the passengers against the crew.

How stupid do you have to be to play soccer in the Galapagos? Anyway, the Israeli-US-English passenger team won 3-2, thanks to the retirement of the crippled German ...

Will fly back to Quito tomorrow and go straight to the jungle. Who made this crazy itinerary?

Toodaloo, Livingstone.