The mudbath that is Puerto Lopez
So it was a while ago, but what I do remember about Puerto Lopez, gateway to "the poor man's Galapagos", was that it was extremely wet and grey.
That's right - if you aren't able to stump up the not-insignificant amount of money to go to the Galapagos Islands, then Puerto Lopez is your next best stop. In fact, even if you can stump up the cash, and don't mind sacrificing a little luxury, you should head to Puerto Lopez, which is the jumping off point for Isla de la Plata, part of la parque Nacional de Machallila, known for its abundance of wild and marinelife.
We arrived in Puerto Lopez to the aforementioned mudbath. It was wet. Perhaps it had been wet for weeks, months, or even years. And the presence of thick clouds, defying any suggestion of the existence of a sky, indicated that it was going to be wet for sometime.
We traipsed over the main road... actually, scratch that - we waded down the river running down the highway, towards the main street in search of hostel Yamaya. Research told us there were scant options in Puerto Lopez and that this hostel would be our best bet.
It was. It was clean and dry, and we could even afford a private room. And the Wi-Fi worked!
Next stop was to book our diving trip. We would have loved to go to the Galapagos, but we're nearing the end of our trip now and it just wasn't possible. Something to come back for!
Besides, as you know, by this point I'm a diving fanatic. So the thought of seeing more incredible marine life and adding a new country to my dive log was really not a hard sell.
That's right - if you aren't able to stump up the not-insignificant amount of money to go to the Galapagos Islands, then Puerto Lopez is your next best stop. In fact, even if you can stump up the cash, and don't mind sacrificing a little luxury, you should head to Puerto Lopez, which is the jumping off point for Isla de la Plata, part of la parque Nacional de Machallila, known for its abundance of wild and marinelife.
We arrived in Puerto Lopez to the aforementioned mudbath. It was wet. Perhaps it had been wet for weeks, months, or even years. And the presence of thick clouds, defying any suggestion of the existence of a sky, indicated that it was going to be wet for sometime.
We traipsed over the main road... actually, scratch that - we waded down the river running down the highway, towards the main street in search of hostel Yamaya. Research told us there were scant options in Puerto Lopez and that this hostel would be our best bet.
It was. It was clean and dry, and we could even afford a private room. And the Wi-Fi worked!
Next stop was to book our diving trip. We would have loved to go to the Galapagos, but we're nearing the end of our trip now and it just wasn't possible. Something to come back for!
Besides, as you know, by this point I'm a diving fanatic. So the thought of seeing more incredible marine life and adding a new country to my dive log was really not a hard sell.
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