00:44.91S 090.18.46W (approx), Tuesday PM still at anchor in Puerto Ayora
Hans the electronics man couldn't fix our GPS antenna and a replacement part
could easily take days, weeks, maybe months, to be shipped from Miami via
rain-soaked Ecuador. So I have now decided to continue this trip Old School.
"Ah!" I hear you saying, "pre-electronic-age navigation familiar to intrepid
nineteenth-century adventurers such as Captain Slocum". Well, not really.
Sextants, dodgy timepieces and goat-chewed charts are also unobtainable here
in the Galapagos. This journey, instead, will be more in the manner of the
early voyaging Polynesians of the second-century BC. The migratory path of
birds will be followed and ancient sea-turtles will be consulted on the way.
It is also hoped that once in a while the little yellow god, for it is he;
the backup handheld-GPS, will send us a sign.