Marco Polo Davao

... at what other people were doing and looked out the window.

Then we arrived back in Manila and drove to Richmond Hotel again. We were on the same floor and the first bedroom we stayed when we first arrived in the Philippines. Dad liked that room the best. We went to the Korean restaurant again and had the same thing. Then we went home I was very tired and sunburned.

Tue. 13 October 2009

Davao

We woke up at 5:30 and took a taxi to the board the plane to Davao. We were going to stay at Marco Polo hotel. It only took one hour and thirty minutes. We flew on Philippines Airlines. I sat by Mum this time. When arrived we took the hotel's taxi to Macro Polo. Davao was like a small town. It was in Mindanao. We arrived at the hotel it looked like the only fancy building in Davao. There was a ...

... and we have already seen eagles in cages at the resort. Our American friend said it was a waste of time going there, though he did recommend Paradise Island resort, and particularly another island, but with limited transport so not suitable for our relatively short stay.So we will head for General Santos City tomorrow, and possibly Lake Sebu, though I'm a bit worried about taking Yoong to a place she may see as too primitive. Raymond's Travel Page

... of the dreaded assassins. A few years later, incumbent City Mayor Rodrigo Duterte, who gained wide acceptance by almost every group in the political spectrum, won the mayoralty race, which started his long-term ascendancy to power. It was during his regime when Davao took the rigorous but rewarding journey of transforming itself into what it is now.

Today, the city, which is considered Mindanao’s premier urban center, has outgrown the ...

... time tick by wondered about the departure time or our hypothetical future flight. Eventually released by the agents we gathered our suitcases and headed for the arrival meeting point where Bing was faithfully waiting. She hurried us into a taxi-van and accompanied us to the other terminal, giving us instructions on how where we would need to go. As we made our way to the Terminal, long shiny jeepnies (large taxi busses built with jeep grills and fenders) splashed ...

... which was the sort of private army of Mayor Rodrigo Duterte. The mayor was very much pro tourism, (but not necessarily pro U. S. and very much anti drug). My fiancee was a social worker at a drug rehab center and on Fridays I would sometimes accompany her and her colleagues on "home visits". I learned a lot and really got to see the real Davao. There was a driver for the ...

... tried to go back to sleep.

Hours later, we decamped and proceeded downstream towards Agko in Kidapawan City. Surprisingly, I was unruffled by pain even as sharp twigs bruised my arms, thorny shrubs pierced my hands and bees stung my shoulder, neck and ear. The thought of the creature comforts awaiting us in Kidapawan must have helped eased it.

After a brief rest at Lake Mainit, we moved on with extreme urgency, as if afraid that tomorrow would ...

... the Davao City Water District collects for the maintenance of the Malagos Watershed, where the PEC is nestled. To gain access into the PEC, you need to buy tickets at the gate, which are sold at Php50 for adults and Php30 for teeners (18 years old and below). Once inside, follow the signs that direct you to the eagle's lair.

So what are you waiting for? Grab the chance to meet Pag-asa and the other eagles and soar to a different kind of high watching the wings of hope.

... back to France, the country I was still calling home. 6 years ago I left France, and this time, for good. Since I have travelled around our planet, I have had the chance to visit more than one hundred countries. I do not consider myself to be a traveller but more a like nomad! I am simply trying to live: to survive! Like many of us, for me surviving means moving! Moving all the time - to see ...