gorgeous weather we're having, pt 1
aka, quanyao's photos. mag's are mia because she's yet to pass them round. lots of landscapes. i've picked the ones i like. no chronological order, but i promise i will rearrange and be-caption everything chronologically (captionise? what's the official verb?) once i have the time. click to biggify.
mag at the malapascua jetty taking a break from suntanning. man the sun was brutal there. tiring job, suntanning. terrific diving. malapascua is a tiny little island off the main one of cebu whose industry revolves almost completely around diving. fantastic. die-hard perpetual bleached canadian/ australian/ south african backpackers sitting round the fly-infested restaurants imbibing san miguel and trading stories. love. love love love.
that's me terrorising the little kids on the banca on the way to malapascua.
that's a banca. if there's one thing the philippines has, it's a lot of bancas. makes sense when you have 4103 islands.
they also have a lot of kids. guess that's what happens when you're a roman catholic country.
that, my friends, is paradise on earth. palawan. where the san miguel is cold, the beaches are perfect, the hammocks are always empty, and your 1.50 sgd /day mosquito-netted nipa hut is seperated from the gorgeous, murmuring sea by 100m of pristine carpet grass.
told you the beaches were perfect.
you'll just have to trust all of us on the cold beer bit, though.
those are mag's shades. and honda bay, palawan. hold your breath and dive down and you can swim with the parrotfish. or if you want sit on the beach and drink coconut juice.
that is the tarsier. it has big eyes. it sells for 200 usd. (dom was approached by several people trying to sell one to him) this makes me very angry, because there are only something like 50 or 60 left in the wild. it's a timid little animal and i loved it to bits. my picture wasn't as funy though, so you get quanyao.
that is a motorcycle, stuffed with 4 8 backpacks. it also sat all 4 of us and a driver. they call it a tricycle. i call it a miracle.
this is yet another uniquely-filipino form of transport. this, my dear friends, is a jeepney. pinoys put everything in jeepneys. chickens, san miguel, motorbikes, rice, salt, and people.
we are all sitting on top of one in this photo. and we stayed there for 6 hours. mercifully it didn't rain.
we like jeepneys!
told you there were chickens.
i call this "help! we can't smile!" we are all hopeless at smiling. i'd show you more group photos but we all look this bad. hoho.
this is "help, we cant spell!" mag was supposed to arrange us into PPS, to spell puerto princesa's international airport code. obviously a big failure.
i am smiling so hard. welcome to the philippines.
+ fictions&fires 7:17 PM
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