How to travel the Galapagos without breaking the bank

How to travel the Galapagos without breaking the bank

When my mother-in-law told us she wanted us to accompany her on a trip for her 60th birthday, we all began planning on where to go and what to do. Top of our list was Vietnam and Cambodia but after some extensive research by my MIL, she wasn’t comfortable with making that trip. When crunch time came, B said “if you could go anywhere, regardless of cost, where would it be?” – Her response… “The Galapagos”.

To get to the Galapagos alone can be costly. There are no flights to the islands outside of Ecuador so you must first make your way to Quito or Guayaquil. From there, most people tour the islands via an organized cruise. Average cost of these run you at least $2,100 per person for the most budget-conscious package. Since B and I are neither cruise people nor did we want to drop that kind of dough on a 6 day trip, we proposed another alternative – stay in local hotels and limit our adventure to two key islands. We’d use the taxi boats to get from point A to point B, and eat at local restaurants.

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After a brief two day stop over in Quito, we boarded our plane to Baltra. The flight takes just over 2 hours, and as you approach the Galapagos Islands, you’re played an instructional video on what to do and not do while visiting the islands. This includes appropriate distances between you and the animals, disposing of garbage, and how to minimize your footprint while exploring. When you land in Baltra, there’s a fee to enter ($100 USD) and from there, a bus takes you to the ferry which transports everyone from the airport island to the main island of Santa Cruz.

The main town of Puerto Ayora is an hour away from the airport and buses run based on flights in and out. If you miss the bus, like we did, you can expect a LONG wait before another one arrives. If you’re lucky, you’ll already have arranged transport, which we didn’t, otherwise you can arrange to have someone come in from town. After waiting in the hot, unsheltered sun, we opted to call in a ride.

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Puerto Ayora is a very walkable town, situated along the water and packed with restaurants, cafes, gift shops, and tour operators. Within walking distance of the town is the Charles Darwin Research Station, where people from all over the world come to study and promote environmental education. We spent a few hours exploring the centre and could have spent more time if our day had permitted but with the heat and it being lunch, it was time to head back into town. Another popular destination just outside of town is Tortuga Bay. It’s quite a trek between the town and the beach so bring plenty of water, but in the end, it’s worth it. The beach is vast and beautiful. On one side, there’s plenty of waves, but as you walk along, you come to a secluded little piece of paradise. Here the water is more calm and is not only popular with the locals, but with iguanas too.

IMG_0805After a few days relaxing in PA, we set sail to our next destination: Puerto Villamil on Isla Isabella. Home to the Galapagos Penguin, Blue Footed Boobies, and Sally-Lightfoot crabs just to name a few, Isla Isabella is an animal lovers paradise. Much more undeveloped compared to neighbouring Santa Cruz, but with still plenty to do. Here we spent much of our time snorkeling with sea lions, relaxing by the beach, and exploring the little town of PV.

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Outside of PV is the Wall of Tears. After WW2, Ecuadorian prisoners were shipped to Isabella and the island served as a sort of prison. In the beating heat, these exiles were instructed to do useless tasks, one of which was to build this wall… a wall which served no purpose other than to torture those who built it. It’s only a 5 km hike or bike, but there are a lot of things to distract you along the way. If you take a bike, be prepared for a hilly ride and bring lots of water. If you choose to stop along the way, there are bike racks. The best part of PV is the unspoiledness of the surroundings. Sure, there are people, and there is clearly life there, but it’s much quieter and underdeveloped than the main island – which means you really do see more animals out in the wild.

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To get between islands, you have a few choices. There are the ferries, which are small boats that carry more power than you’d expect. They’re rough… and I do mean rough. As a girl who grew up on the water, and in boats, I even had a hard time sitting in my seat as we bounced around for the duration of our transport. If you’re not a fan of boats, or have a hard time keeping down your cookies, there are small planes that travel between the islands. Since B is more of a flyer than I am (I hate flying), he and his mom took the plane back to Santa Cruz while I stuck to the boat. Either way, you’re in for an adventure.

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In the end, our trip to the Galapagos didn’t break the bank. Our hotels ran us about $130 per night (we stayed for 6 nights), our meals ran us anywhere between $7 – $15, beer on the islands was about $3, transportation (all in) cost under $200. In the end, it was much more economical, adventurous, and well worth the effort to see penguins in the wild.

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Bosnia & Herzegovina

Bosnia & Herzegovina

Up ahead are white dusted tipped mountains, down below are valleys, and I’m somewhere in the middle, driving along twisty mountain roads in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Although I’ve never been in this part of the world before, I find it strangely familiar. It’s as if all of the cities and all of the countries I’ve traveled before have mashed together before my eyes and I’m in a place that I’m familiar with.

As we make our way down the twisty mountain roads towards Mostar, I’m taken back to my childhood. To a time where I hated road trips. It’s likely due to the fact that as an only child in the early 90s, I grew bored with them. On any given Sunday, my grandparents (who raised me and I love dearly), found entertainment in the 3 hour drive around the world’s famous Cabot Trail. As a nine year old, I did not. I joined because 1 – I was forced to, and 2 – I thought that by agreeing with little fuss, I’d get an ice cream cone in Cheticamp out of the deal. Sometimes I was lucky, other times my hopes faded when I realized that the ice cream shop was closed for the season.

image5Before we make our way to Mostar, we stop briefly in Medjugorje, a small town near the Croatian border which has been an unofficial pilgrimage place for Christians since the Virgin Mary allegedly appeared on Apparition Hill in 1981. It’s a place where my French, Catholic grandmother would have aspired to visit if she was a fan of traveling – which she’s not. All of the little gift shops are jammed with empty bottles for tourists to fill with Holy Water, postcards with the Virgin Mary, and other religious knick-knacks to stock up on. But what’s really magical about this place is the church. While I don’t believe in a higher power, I admire those who do. Seeing the masses of people who have traveled from far and wide to attend mass in the St. James Church was magical. After some tea and walking the main strip, we’re on the road again, heading towards Mostar.

image1Mostar is named after its famous bridge, or by those who historically guarded it I should say. Walking through its streets filled with small stalls, you’d never realize that just a short time ago, the city was heavily destroyed in the Siege of Mostar, and since then, the city has been working to rebuild – but the effects of the war can still be seen. According to a tour guide that I overheard near the entrance of the market, Mostar has a 40% unemployment rate, but the city is working to fix that and a hotel that once welcomed many to the city before the war, will be opening again next year, employing hundreds of people. While things are looking up, there are signs placed around the city with the simple message “Don’t Forget”. It sends a powerful message even among the bustle of restaurants, cafes, gift shops, and flocks of tourists of the county’s bloody past.

image3The bridge jumpers, young men who take payment from tourists to jump from the centre of the Stari Most bridge (24m high), take the plunge into the frigid waters below. I wasn’t sure if there would be any present since it was the end of October, but there were two. Neither of which I had the opportunity to see do the jump. I’m sure there are many more during the summer months.

While I only had a small taste of Bosnia and Herzegovina, it left me wanting more. My curiousity has been peaked and now, after just a week being back in Canada, I’m already looking at ways to go back! To anyone traveling to Croatia, consider Bosnia and Herzegovina as a side trip. It’s very accessible from both Dubrovnik (2.5 hrs) and Split (a little over 2 hrs).

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