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We arrived to the penguin colony with about six and a half minutes of daylight remaining, sun sinking into the cloudy horizon, cold salty wind stiff in our face. Mark and I ran full speed through the chill dense air of undulating planked decks laid out among the dunes until my lungs almost ruptured, but we made it… | |
…just in time to bid goodnight… | |
…to los pinguinos as they settled into their dune burrows for the evening. | |
The return walk through the dunes after dark was freezing. Rabbits filled the drive out along the dirt track, running ahead of us in the headlights, which short circuited their little brains. They had trouble simply moving off the road at a perpendicular, choosing instead to run along at full speed with the headlights until finally darting for either the shoulder of the road or the undercarriage of a fast moving Hilux many times their own mass. One ran with us for what must have been five minutes and we laughed hysterically for a good seven of them! It was pretty funny. | |
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