Not even just the Galápagos Islands, but this particular island. I got here on the very last ferry. On Isabela, there are maybe two or three other tourists who stayed. It’s a very peaceful island, the other islands might’ve been more stressful to stay on. They have around 20,000 people, whereas this one has about 2,500 island.
The chance of me ending up here on the day everything shut – the last possible day – feels surreal. There were some repatriation flights set up to help get the tourists out, but they were from different airports. What made it harder to get home, as well, was that three journeys were involved: I had to get from my island to another island, fly to mainland Ecuador and then fly back to the UK.
What made it possible for me to stay at the beginning was that I’d arranged to stay [with a host family] on Isabela. I was talking to [the host] when I arrived, and I was told the island would be closed for two weeks. I was lucky I didn’t get kicked out – she was happy for me to stay as long as I needed.
Also, why would I leave here? I was staying in a house on a beach, on an island, and there were lots of COVID cases on mainland Ecuador. I registered with the embassy and told them where I was, and my family (at home in Scotland) said, ‘fair enough, you’ve probably made the right decision’.