these guys were just hanging out by the ranger's station. our ranger guide told us it was because of the kitchen, that they smelled food. what i still don't understand is how this fits with the story the ranger on the next island told us about his boss being attacked in his office one night, when a komodo smelled food and took a bite of his leg. why these guys were uninterested in attacking anyone but that one was, well, one of the many mysteries i've encountered on my travels thus far.
skulls of the bulls and horses killed by the komodos on the island
this guy started coming right at us...check out the video, next!
scenery along the way. three days and nights is a long time to spend on a boat (especially one that has almost no facilities whatsover--nowhere to sit but on the hard deck, no shower, no sink to even wash your hands).
(sorry, by now i've forgotten the name of this bird...)
hello to you too, bird!
the deck where we spent all our waking hours (well, not always waking. often napping.)
this is where 11 of the 15 of us slept. the spaniards slept on the deck.