welcome to the jungle of paradise!

Where to even begin. We sit here drinking out of coconuts, being fanned by leaf thingys, and tanning in our swimsuits. Ahhh, the sweet life of....
alright, let's get real. We arrive at the station oblivious to what we've stepped into. The first nights a couple of our group members come back from patrol (the are two shifts one: 8pm-12 and the other: 12am-4am), and the stories they brought back rattled some of our bones, shook us up a bit. It was raining, sand in our shoes, and you walk miles upon miles on this beach shore in the dark, where you can't even see your hand in front of your face. Wicked. The nights pass, and we all experience different situations....some see turtles, some don't. Some get to work with the turtles and some don't. There have been pts where we really have to lean on each other for support because we don't feel apprecitated for the work we've been doing around the station...



peace out. time is tight and we're heading back to the station after our vacation of one day. booyah!