I’m on QUITE a nice ferry to Bohol, from
Cebu, from Palawan. Yeah, they even PRAY for you on this ferry, how’s that for
service? Bit awkward, actually, there’s a lady on the TV saying prayers, with
the words and everything, so you can join in, you know. Almost as good as the
“Visit Philippines” song with subtitles, and panpipes, I lurrrv me some
panpipes. So, yes, Bohol bebeh. I
know, I said I was going to stay on Palawan, but, well, there was a flight
promo, and stuff. Nah that’s a lie, I just needed to steal a tarsier, wait, did
I say STEAL, heh heh WOOPS, silly me, I meant SEE, I need to seeee a tarsier. I also heard
something about mountains, made of chocolate, or somethin’, or nothin’. TAKE me there.
Ummm, yes, there are a few islands off Negros
I’d like to visit too and, mebeh, I’ll go up to Malapascua. Why not eh? Whhhhy
the bleddy hell not.
After spending almost a month camping on a
beach, with no electricity or nothin’, sorry, I don’t know why I’m doing that
today, leaving the “g” off of words and replacing them with an apostrophe,
probably cos I’m cool, THAT’s probably why. As I was saying, it feels kind of
weird to wear shoes again, after eventually finding them, I put them on and it
felt wurrrrd, it’s weird to have to watch out for cars, and stand in lines, it
feels weird to be surrounded by walls, to have to actually CHOOSE what to eat
and drink, meh. But, I was getting itchy feet. Annnd, I think I’ll go back for
10 days or so before I have to fly out the Philippines. THAT… is going to be a
SAD, saaaad day.
I didn’t spend too long on Cebu, well, not
even an hour, and my only regret about that, really, was, well, the MANGOS. Wait, is it mangoes, like that,
with an “e”, or just with NO “e”? Spell check seems to think nothin’ of me
spelling it either way, sheesh. Anyways, I’m blethering, I’m in one of THOSE
moods where I could blether on for hours, writing meaningless piffle, haha, dig
that word, see I’m doing it again. I REALLY don’t know WHY anyone reads my
blog, it’s kind of stupid, actualleh, see cos I do things like that, I write
actualleh, when I should just be a normal person and write ACTUALLY, but
I like to MIX it up a little. Yeah, the mangos are sensational, I had myself a
mango FEAST, a mango buffet, of sorts; dried mango, mango juice and some fresh
mangoes, mangos, for when I find a chopping utensil. I’ve flattened the dried
mango and am now eying out the fresh mango, wondering how, on a scale of 1 to
Caliban, how savage it would be to RIP it open with my bare hands. Just
kidding. Orrrrr AM I?
Ummm,
anyone know what tarsiers EAT? Just wanting to know, you know, just to KNOW, okes
gotta KNOW
stuff. Aaaanyways. I had a great last night on Palawan, oh and just so you
know, you don’t say Palawaaaan, you say “Palaaa(h)-wan”, so that when you say
“It’s more fun in Palawan”, it rhymes, if you say it the way you THINK you
should say it, then it don’t rhyme, or nothin’. Is anyone actually still
reading this post? Well, ten points for Griffindor,
if you ARE! Where was
I, I’m having severe ADD episodes today, or maybe it’s the manogowwwws. I went
back with Thelma and her daughter to Puerto Princesa, for their youngest
daughter’s prom, for girly stuff. They let me stay in their house, we had
pizza, we went out for cocktails, we ate MASSIVE worms with chopsticks, aaaand we
DANCED, on a stage, IT… was epic. I was really sad to leave, they’re the
nicest, most hospitable people I’ve ever met, sigh, I’ll HAVE to go back.
Okay so that was all written a while ago, I've been staying at Nuts Huts in Loboc and it's been great, they have MASSIVE geckos, and goats (?), and mango jam. I met a really nice group of people, we went hiking, zip lining, motorbiking, late night river swimming, kayaking, we went to the chocolate hills, we saw the tarsiers (whole seperate post coming on THEM critters), we went to a cock fight, I MAY have been a bit of a guru, walking away with P1400!! At first, we were sitting there quietly, I got a bit sad every time the roosters died, we discussed how cruel it was and then, well, then we got talking to some locals who told us how it worked, cracked open a few red horses and we started betting ... OH MY GOD, it was SO much fun, we were standing up on the benches cheering our little rooster on, I always just chose the one who got the most kisses from it's owner, or the underdog... it was really addictive, we spent the whole afternoon there. I NEED to know when and where the next one is (gamble much?)
We're off to Anda now, just waiting for the jeepney in Loboc... kisseshugsbye
