Final day on Galapagos - not much to say, but more photos to share.

We were up at 5.45 to go friggate-spotting on Batra island, seeing Great Friggates and Magnificent Friggates (no modesty here). The males inflate their bright red wattle to impress the lay-deez and we joined them right in courting season.

Galapagos (Batra) Airport is pretty mental. Without information screens, the system appears to me mainly based on pushing and shouting but we made it on the right plane in the end.

Back in Quito, we went out to dinner at a Bad-Mexican restaurant with the remaining gang members (and the local music television, of course). Andrew ate masses.