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Travel Blogs from Puerto Galera
... and then zip-lining back to the ground below. That sounds like so much fun...I'm in. I love climbing..especially rock climbing. The trail was full of these inspirational signs , which was a nice touch. Another thing you will notice right away about the Philippines is how clean everything is. You would be hard to find a piece of litter anywhere. In fact there are hefty fines if you do. What a pleasant change from traveling in Cambodia, where the trash ...
... taking a dare and putting it in.... Linda did a poo on the beach! hahahahahaha. By 3pm i'd had enough of sand, sea, sweat, salt, annoying massage women, so it was up to change and off to explore the town of 'Puerto Galera' (my favourite place name so far1). Quick tricycle ride, Linda, buys a demin jacket 400p, i got a hat, wind chime for Johannas bday present, back to the the now busy beach, cause its weekend.Miss K gets a manicure, i eat, and drink beer!! Job ...
... beach where we
were befriended by a lesbian couple and their friend, enjoying a
couple of weeks holiday from Manila and definitely enjoying a few
beers! Yet again the walk involved some serious step climbing (buns
of steel, you will be mine!) and consequently some serious sweating.
Judging by the dripping mess created today we are both a bit
concerned that we may actually dissolve a couple of days into our
The evening was spent
... feeling! We were the only ones there, so it was incredibly quiet and serene. After the waterfall, we went to Talipanan Beach and had some pizza and pasta for lunch right on the beach. I still cant believe how good that pizza was. On the hike back we stopped in White Beach to sit on the beach and watch the sunset. We had a mango smoothie and played cards with one of the dive instructors for a few hours. It was the perfect end to a great day. Back ...
... interest or business in. They politely ask if it’s OK if they excuse themselves and I of course oblige. I’m sitting alone and I can feel the eyes on me. I know that if I sit here for much longer the girlies will start to swarm, so I guzzle my beer, settle up and head for the exit.
Ambling down the path to my hotel, I feel the dread of the inevitable he/she that is waiting for me somewhere between my current location and my safety ...