Isla Mujeres Turtle Sanctuary
No sooner than I could say “mind the step” Bear’s trigger finger was out. Skipper by the main door.
Isla Mujeres is also home to a population of sea turtles. Because of the recent endangerment in the area, a facility was set up on the southern end of the island for the rehabilitation and breeding. Being a sucker for their cute faces, we paid one fifty each, our wrist bands applied and went to look for them.
The chaps in the first two tanks were about the size of a dinner plate
Tanks round the edge of the room held a variety of chaps. The crab lunch (for the creepy octawhatsit) looks nervous and hides, I’ve decided these octawhatsits are dodgy, they are sneaky and as this one is only a foot long, can you imagine meeting his ten foot relative. I admire divers who do wrecks in the dark. Not me, call me chicken and I’ll just cluck. I will put a little video of this one on Facebook to show just how dodgy and creepy it really is.
Other bits and bobs
Tomato Nemo for our five grandsons and the two bumps
The ‘big boy’ tank where the nearly-ready-to-be-set-free group live.
Eggs are gathered from the beaches, labeled and cared for here
In the far corner were two disabled chaps, one had a big dent in his shell, the other was almost bent in half. He seemed happy enough and swam very well with his little back feet up in the air like flags.
The garden feature
Outside we stopped to look at the terrapins, in the far corner there was some egg-laying going on
A lady called us over, ducked in to a doorway and presented Bear with a little one to hold.
I did too, then she gave Bear a really teeny one
Back to the egg layers, there was a lot of chatter going on at the same time though.
ALL IN ALL SMALL BUT WELL WORTH THE VISIT