Written by Emily 6th April Today began in an intense fashion, as I was screamed awake by Howler Monkeys as usual, but then immediately informed by Rachel's manic recounts that she had experienced a waking nightmare the night before, in which I had drowned horribly. Delightful. A mightily healthy way to start my day. The main excitement today came very much in the form of new volunteer arrivals. Among them was a young American guy named Matt. However, these and...

Written by Emily 5th April This day is otherwise known as 'Rachel and Emily's Day Off' and as usual, contains many a lol. The rules regarding the turtle project state that after 6 days and nights of hard, tortuga-conserving labour, volunteers are entitled to a hearty day off. Mine and Rachel's fell on Monday the 5th April, and after much discussion and hearty persuasion from a local named Gilberto, we decided to spend a good four hours of our sacred free time,...

Written by Rachel 4th April, Sunday, Gandoca Because I'm a really cool kid, I always liked to name the turtles that bore any kind of lasting significance. This particular turtle I named Luna. After getting rudely awakened by my ipod at the crack of midnight, I clambered out of my damp, sand- infested hovel of a bed and proceeded to reluctantly put on my sweaty damp patrol clothes. This combination complemented my fly look of trousers tucked into socks. After b...

Written by Emily 4th April After spending the day before at the beach, splashing around in the sea with Elias, Nathalie and Julia, and screaming as unidentified sea creatures brushed past our legs, we were in a pretty chilled mood this morning, despite waking in our usual disgusting, sweaty fashion to a breakfast of rice and freakin' beans. The day passed by in a sunny haze, invoving more hatchery duty, seiving with the locals and practicing the 3 Spanish phras...

Written by Emily 31st March, 1st April, 2nd April The morning after the first patrol saw Rach and I jolted violently awake by the sound of about 6000 howler monkeys screaming at each other, after very little sleep, feeling rank, skank and damp and highly entangled in our voluminous mosquito nets. The first words i heard from Rach that morning, were a detailed reccount of the first of many dreams of pure insanity that would plague her Gandoca nights for the full...