Out Of The Fryingpan, Into A Nice Soft Comfy Bed
Trip Start Oct 02, 2012
56Trip End Mar 31, 2014
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Most Filipinos love to talk and our taxi driver is as chatty as they come. He's also a funny guy and the journey to the station is filled with Ian's giggles and the drivers insistance that we marry immediately in the Philippines. The terminal is as unorganised and crazy as expected but we find the right bus easy enough. We are taking it as far north as we can go, to the small port town of Maya, from here we hope to catch a boat across to Malapascua
The bus journey is long and at one point Ian makes the mistake of looking out the front window. In doing this, he witnesses us almost crashing into an oncoming bus, there are horns, hard breaking, swerving and inches to spare. Another near-death experience for the record. Looking out of the side windows aren't much better as Anna sees a woman on a motorbike drive into a dog on the road, no attempt at slowing or going around it, just 'Bam', and carry on regardless. The roads and the speed are crazy, but it's to be expected now. The rushing wind through the huge open windows keeps us cool but blinds us at the same time, leaving us with frozen eyes and headaches by the time we reach Maya, four hours later. But at least we have actually reached Maya! It is a small victory. Maybe we will even complete today's planned journey!
The boat over to Malapascua Island takes about 30 minutes and we can see it from the dock
Forty minutes later and we beach on Malapascua to be greeted by a man with the whitest teeth we have ever seen. He is from our hotel and his name is Sunny. We think he was given this name because if you look directly at his teeth you'll go blind. Avoiding eye-to-teeth contact, we talk to Sunny about the trips out diving, snorkelling, island hopping etc., that the hotel can arrange for us. We have no intention of doing any of these but don't have the heart to tell him yet. In a long-overdue stroke of good fortune, the hotel is overbooked and we get upgraded to a better, bigger room with a shared balcony and a sea view. We gratefully guzzle our welcome drinks and after a bite to eat, head out to explore the beach and the surrounding area
Well it turns out that Malapascua is simply stunning. A long, mainly empty strip of white sand, coupled with warm, clear sea. There isn't too much development yet and the interior of the island houses a few small Filipino villages with winding dirt roads and scores of dirty children playing a flip-flop tossing game which looks like fun. Walking down the beachfront, some children approach Ian asking his name, where he is from, how old he is etc., until they suddenly whip out a plastic bag offering him souvenirs. He politely declines and as we wander away, we wonder how soon the child-sellers will go from cute, to annoying.... So we continue wandering and after spending an unknown length of time being lost in the dusty village behind the beach front, we finally find the hotel again. It has become our tradition to get lost within a short distance of our new home. Not because we have terrible senses of direction, but because it takes us to places we wouldn't usually go...... erm but mainly because we have terrible senses of direction.
We have dinner and drinks on the beachfront (with a little yappy dog as company) before doing a spot of stargazing and then heading off to bed. We feel relaxed and happy. Malapascua is a fantastic place and we intend to make the most of it. So screw you Siquijor, we bet you are rubbish anyway! ;)