Day 6 — Penguin Island

We awoke early to the sound of the ocean, the gentle rhythm of the surf gradually reminding us of where we were — in a tent on a beach on the shore of the Pacific Ocean. All in all, not a bad place to be.

Jose and Patty were already awake by the time we stumbled out in to the daylight, and after a quick breakfast, Manuela and I piled into Jose’s truck and headed out to the wharf. As we drove, Jose explained to us that it never, ever rained there. It promptly started to drizzle, but Jose valiantly pointed to his useless windshield wipers as evidence that this was the exception, not the rule.

Day 5 — The Road Less Travelled (is Really Empty)

Most locations we visited during our South American travels were profiled in our trusty Lonely Planet guidebook. If not profiled, they were at least mentioned in passing. Today, however, we resolved to step off the beaten track, to go where no Lonely Planet editor had gone before — to visit the National Humboldt Penguin Reserve.