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Monday, October 28, 2013

Post Office Bay





We ended the visit to Floreana going ashore here. Whalers in the nineteenth century used to leave mail in an old barrel, and visitors to the islands continue the tradition.

There were probably a few hundred postcards there waiting to be delivered. If you take a postcard, you commit to delivering it in person, so the naturalists sorted through the cards and called out the cities so we could claim any of them that were near where we live, or where we'll be going. No New York addresses, though -- I had been looking forward to playing postman.

But I did write a postcard to leave there, and we'll see how long it takes to get delivered.


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