Kofi Annan and Lonesome George

Well, I’m baaaaack.

After a two week sojourn to Peru and Ecuador to experience Machu Picchu—the ruins of the great Inca city—and then on to the Galapagos Islands to prove evolution really exists—Sorry, Madam Palin you are wrong, wrong, wrong—we came back home a day and a half ago, exhausted but happy we went.

By the way, I apologize to those that I told that you can only visit the Galapagos once in your life.  Visit forever, as long as you stay just three months at a time.

The islands were nothing like I expected.   Of course, I never read up on them, so I traveled to the equator “cold” and found that the imagined "green" islands were covered with gray lava rock. 

Each of the 48 was born of volcanoes, and the animals developed so separately from each other, that there are eleven species of tortoises.  Scientists can look at the shell and tell which island the animal originated.

In 1972 a lone male tortoise was found on the isolated island of Pinta.  They searched everywhere for a female of his species, even asking zoos if they had taken any.   (At that time you could remove animals from the island. Today you can’t take a shell).



Lonesome George

 None could be found.

So Lonesome George, as he came to be known, was transferred to the Charles Darwin Science Station, where they house him with two females.  Turns out, he’s shown no interest because something’s wrong with his glands.

But today he’s is a legend.  The only survivor of his species, he’s probably over a hundred and fifty.

Good ol’ George.

By the way just a few months back, some guy tried to steal a lizard from the Galapagos.   He stuck it in a jar of water, but they caught him in customs and threw him in jail for five days.  Serves him right.

There’s so much to say. We were such a strange group—fourteen total (not counting our guide) a dozen American and two Canadians.

The Canadian wife was nice, or maybe she just kept her mouth shut, but her husband, I’ll call him Luci, which is part of his real name, which he hates, is anti-Semitic.   A big Anti Semite.

Kofi Annan

He worked for Kofi Annan—the Secretary General of the U.N. from 1997 to 2006, who wanted to wipe Israel off the map.

I only spoke to Luci during one endless dinner at the start of the trip when he bragged that he was head of the UN mission in Israel in 1992-94 and worked under Kofi Annan for many years.  His face lit up when I mentioned Yaser Arafat.

I said, “Arafat? Everyone hated him. The Saudis hated him. The U.S. hated him. The man stole 2 billion from his own people. They found it in Switzerland after he died.”

Luci said I wouldn't understand the Mideast unless I lived there.  Oh yeah, and then I'd love Arafat.

(You know, Luci could be short for Lucifer.  Maybe the schmuck is the devil).

I won’t go into the rest, but I avoided him the rest of the trip.  If I happened to meet him face to face (it was a small group) I glared and walked on.  I finally told another couple, and two days before the end of the trip, I told a few more.   By then Luci had also demonstrated his hatred for the U.S.

He had told everyone that we had a monarchy; we just didn’t know it yet.

Yep, there are nuts everywhere.

But there’s a lot of good people too.

I haven't mentioned Peru, and wait’ll I tell you about lunch with the guinea pigs.  Be thankful you’re eating chicken tonight