I Prefer His Other 'Work'
Trip Start Oct 01, 2011
217Trip End May 05, 2012
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When I was about to start writing this entry earlier I realised that there was so little to write about that I could in theory just have written. Woke up. Ate. Went to bed. That however would have been a lie, I remembered something did happen today.
After eating andchecking out of the excellent Seadive hotel we got a £5 trike out to the new hotel Busuanga Island Paradise. We have had 4 days of amazing weather. Today and tomorrow the sole intention is to get brown and lie around a pool. Guess fucking what? It's overcast.
The hotel is pretty swish as you would expect from a £50 a night place. We have our own cottage which is large and nice, with a big veranda, although the view is just of some trees. The pool is nice and grounds are a cross between a botanical garden and the garden of a man who is too old to tend to it properly.
I was pissed off and feeling down. I didn't even bother with the pool. I retreated to the room where I slept for hours on one of our two double beds. When I eventually woke Charlotte informed me that there had been a good 3 hours of sunshine. Ah well.
We went up for tea which is in an open veranda restaurant atop some steps at the back of the grounds. The place does look pretty nice at night to be fair. For some reason they refused to serve us before 7pm so we sat using the internet until that time. We had been concerned that drink and food would be expensive so like tramps we had stocked up on coke and water in town. In reality it wasn't too expensive really.
Whilst waiting for them to start serving an Estonian lad got chatting to us. Charlotte had chatted to him during the day. He certainly was chatty. He was drinking a bottle of Tanduay rum, I consulted the menu, it was 100php for a 750ml bottle. It would be more expensive not to drink, surely? With that I made the single biggest mistake I had made since the last time I decided to drink for no good reason.
Tanduay is 80% proof, which in reality means it is probably 37.5 or 40 in real terms. I ate half decent pasta and me and Charlotte ate a huge bowl of soup between us. Soups are always so expensive here but it is clear why, they are huge portions. The Estonian and his mate had gone off but returned to eat. When we finished eating we very deliberately went to sit in more comfortable chairs on the other side of the room. I had no problem with the guy really even if he was overly talkative and took way too long to get to the point. I said it was like talking to a male Charlotte, to Charlotte, this didn't go down well. Anyway, our plan was foiled when he called us up on moving in the other direction and gave us no choice but to sit with him and his silent friend. Charlotte said she was going to go back to the room, I was already feeling the effects of the alcohol so I had no real issue sitting with them, I was gonna have to be in the restaurant all night for the football scores anyway.
The guys mate slinked off and we were left to all chat for the next 4 or 5 hours. He was a nice guy but clearly pissed and spouting some absolute nonsense. He seemed to have an issue with 'faggots' as he put it. He would constantly drop the word into conversations. Charlotte reminded me - I needed to be reminded of alot by the end of the night - he said:
"I love Michael Jackson, I know he rapes children, but you don't listen to him raping children, you listen to his music"
Much of his chat was like that of a taxi driver, spouting words of 'wisdom' left right and centre, this got worse as the night wore on. I'm focusing on the bad here but I feel I should again point out that he was nice friendly guy and I'd take an evening chatting to him over some Aussie bellend who is only interested in himself any day.
Anyway, at somepoint after updating my status 'come on united, for rapists everywhere' I lost focus of everything and quickly moved back to the room where despite Charlotte putting me up against the toilet I managed to vomit everywhere but the toilet as is my will of a drunken evening. I was sick everywhere in the bathroom before collapsing in bed. I cannot fucking handle these drinks.