We Do Love A Good Boat Trip. This Wasn't One.

Trip Start Oct 02, 2012
Trip End Mar 31, 2014

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Flag of Philippines  , Palawan,
Wednesday, November 7, 2012

See you later El Nido, we're heading even further north to the Island of Busuanga and the town of Coron. We get up super early, before the sun has risen and even before the cockrells have started bellowing. They love cockrells in the Philippines. Love them. If you are ever more than 15 feet from a cockrell then you have fallen into the sea and better start swimming. And if for some reason you suddenly become aware that it's been over 5 minutes since you heard one do a ear-shredding cock-a-doodle-do, then there is a good chance you have gone deaf. Seek medical advice.

Anyway, we turn up at the docks well before our 6am boat and board it right away. We wish. 3 hours later and we are still sat in the boat terminal. We have been watching a group of elderly people who Anna has named, 'the full shilling brigade', as we doubt there is one between them. Finally we board the boat and as luck (or karma) would have it, the full shilling brigade sit behind us. Oh joy. The journey is a living nightmare. The bench we are sat on is uncushioned and feels like it had been designed to cause internal injuries to anyone who sits on it fo more than 30 minutes. Our ride lasts 8 hours. We have two small bottles of water and one of the devil women from the full shilling brigade begs us until we give her one of them. We notice later that she already has a big bottle of water. Biiiiitch. For a woman approaching 130 years old, she still manages to get her naked foot up on the back of our seat. Just next to Anna's face. Nice. Another of the brigade has clamped vice-like hands onto the back of our bench, which she rocks. Constantly. For eight hours. The sea is almoast as angry as and the waves are violent and we have more than a few 'sickers' on board. We also feel queasy for a bit but manage to keep our breakfasts down. It's like a rollercoaster but without the fun. Oh and the life jackets have a picture of Titanic on them. We pray there are no icebergs floating about.

We eventually hobble from the boat. We have never felt this drained from a journey before and the last thing we want to do now is go hunting for somewhere to stay. Happily, the whole boat is greeted by a man called Ricardo who owns a place less than 1 kilometre away with cheap rooms! We are sold. 1 kilometre. No problem we can walk that easy. About 2 miles later we start to worry. Maybe Ricardo is the village idiot and has no sense of distance!? Perhaps he doesn't even have a hotel! The kids here are really friendly so we ask them for directions and thankfully Sea Dive (as it is called) is just around the corner. Hallelujah. We need this day to be over, give us a room Ricardo, NOW!!!
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