Okay so Siquijor is the BUSINESS, we went to some real purrrdy waterfalls, incredible marine sanctuaries with the BEST fishes evarrr, purple and orange stripey ones and puffy ones with squashy faces and a sea snake thingy that made me real scared but was still nice I guess aaaand mountains and tree houses over mangroves and sleeping on the beach and karaoke and (many) marriage proposals and RICE, lots of rice, and oooohweee. Okay but I'll write about all that later, with pictures, and urrthing, but for now, get a load of this...
Funniest shit EVER... my friend insisted we went to see the magical, mystical healers in San Antonio, what a crock, but OKAY, I'll take you but I'm NOT going in. Okay so I did go in, but only to WATCH. I'm not really a fan of hocus pocus hoo-ha so I was having nothing to do with it. We drove around this hill top village on our little scooter, asking for "the healers", god how ridiculous, so they pointed us to one healer which is clearly where they send all the tourists, this woman was the biggest bullshitter on the planet, and my new friend fell for it hook line and sinker, the whole bang shoot, baaaha. I sat in the corner trying to keep a straight face. So my friend sat down on "the healing chair", the lady wrapped a bed sheet around her, lit some coals underneath her, smoked out the room, threw some "healing water" on her head, splashed massage all over her clothes, tapped her head a few times and blew down her top... and that was it... HEALED, and protected, and EVERYTHING. The cheeky hustler tried to sell us "love potions", which looked to me like some chopped up twigs and bark in a bottle of cheap room spray. I took everything inside of me not to crack up laughing, trying to remain respectful at ALL times, lest she really was a magician, or a healer or whatever.
Okay so second cracker of the day, we decided to head to the cock fight, always good on a Sunday.
We of course end up sitting next to the biggest drunkard in the whole arena, he's making such a spectacle that everyone in the arena is staring at us. The man with the microphone in the middle of the arena of course catches a glimpes of the only white people, and also the only girls in the entire arena and starts telling us to step inside the ring... oh HELL. Now the whole stadium is cheering and shouting and the man's asking us to choose which cock will be the winner... so we choose, we step out of the ring, the cock fight begins and....
we WON
The drunk old man we first met starts claiming us as his lucky charms, he's buying us beer cos he won P800 because of US and then grabs my arm and screams out loud so everyone is staring...
"If god gives me more time, I'll kill my wife to marry this woman"
Everyone goes silent. Thaaaat's when it got awkward and we had to "find the C.R" (read RUN away)
Not your average Sunday, but it was so much fun. I'm leaving Siquijor tomorrow, I think and going to, um, tooo... Apo Island, or Tambobo Bay. I don't know, I'll sleep on it. Pictures coming soon, of the Tarsiers too, stay tuned...
