Cordova Reef Village Resort
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... when we see fit.
We jump in a taxi just on 7.30 and as we negotiate the CBD we’re in a little panic, it’s damn busy. It wasn’t like this yesterday. The traffic is wall to wall and we have no idea how long it’s going to take to get to the docks. Surely not 45 minutes? We’ve heard the rumours of bad Filipino traffic….now we're suddenly not sure we'll be on any tour today...
Not even 15 minutes later we arrive, ...
... and stops to wait for, or jumps onto the nearest jeepney and their off to wherever they need to be. Me? I’m in nowheres-ville.
I turn around on the slippy, slidey pavement and head back whereupon a ‘friendly’ cab driver pulls up and hounds me for a fare. I feign (poorly no doubt) that I know exactly where I am and what I’m doing, but lucky for him I’ll get in his cab. I tell him I know exactly where Tune hotel is and I offer him 50 pesos. He ...
... over their children, because the only true hope we can bring is found in Jesus. We were able to help a few families settle their bills and watched them pack up to leave the hospital with excitement and gratitude. The word soon got out that Ameicans were "rescuing" others. I felt despair upon leaving, knowing there were still so many that were "stuck". Saralee got names and we are hoping to still help some. It's ...
... up, swam out off the reef into the blue, dropped them and withing seconds they were devoured alive by hundreds of fish! Didn't even realise they were eaten by fish but what a fascinating site to behold. Well I digress again..but for the next couple of days it was simply relax by the pool, eat great food (including Lucy's favourite of Empanada, two folded calzone pizzas with fresh vegetables and cheese, cooked to a buttery crusty perfection!) and go for some short walks. One ...
sadly his father had, had a stroke. We managed to struggle through
the language barrier enough to book a room and get directions,
turning down his kind suggestion of coming to pick us up as we could
tell that he had a lot on his plate. We showed the bemused tricycle
driver the full address and postcode and the website map, listing a
few road names and landmarks, confused and frustrated that he had so
little knowledge of his local area. Ten minutes later ...