Rivers, Beaches, and Motor Bikes
Trip Start Jan 30, 2010
17Trip End Apr 06, 2010
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My love affair with running has not always been full of bliss. I did enjoy beating Danny Boy one out of 10 times in our nightly 10kms many years ago. It was certainly a downer when I could never beat Robineau in a 100 meter sprint. It's been fun to push distances and improve my half marathon time. I did enjoy running Burnaby Mountain in University every morning when the SFU wrestling team would meet at 730am. Except those days when it was cold, pissing down rain, and the warm body in my bed didn’t want me to leave. That being said I was usually shit scared of my coach Mike Jones and the ramifications of missing morning practice. I loved the 800 meter when strong legged freshman put the squeeze on me but never pulled past me. All in all I could not live without such exercise that has been a part of my life since grade five when I won an 800 meter in some mini-elementary school meet
Yesterday we tric’d around in search of a beach and after a couple of hours found a cool off the beaten path place with huts right on the beach. At first it was not much of a sight but after a while the place grew on us. The water was warm and clear farther out from the shore. The huts were as best as you could expect and we had a few beers and relaxed. That night we ate at a place called Fresh which had a nice menu.
Today we went to the underground river. After a 2 hour hair pinning drive through the mountains and a couple of squashed chickens we came to a marina and rode across the water in a boat
Yesterday we spent the day on the ocean. The three of us, a guy from Croatia, and a young scholar entering the priesthood from England went on a tour of Hunda Bay. We had a lovely guide that showed us three islands. We crossed the ocean on a sort of catamaran type boat. We snorkelled and relaxed on beaches. To finish the day we docked at a floating shack out in the ocean and swam around a huge coral reef
Today Greg and I rose rather hung over and rented some motor bikes. We cruised off into the countryside. We stopped for a drink in the mountains and when I asked Ma (that’s what they call older women here) to take our picture she had no idea how to work my camera. I quickly showed how to with a smile, which was returned. As we sped along at speeds unknown, due to dismantled speedometers and no calculating mileage, a cat ran from the bushes and slammed into me like a Zero pilot would an aircraft carrier
Riding a bike on the open road with beautiful scenery gives you lots of time to think. I've tried to be alive in the moment as much as I can so far on this trip. That being said I do drift to the past and plan for the future a lot too. When you’re driving in the smog and chaos in the city it’s important to stay focused but once out of the madness it’s pretty cool, save for dive bombing cats. We rode for an hour and a half into a small village with shanty huts and cheerful children waving at us. Then we headed back to the city.
The city roads seemed to have no real flow. It's a chaotic mess of motor bikes, trics, the odd car, and pedestrians. We returned to the city and had some pizza and returned the bikes. The last three days have been very cool. Greg and I fly to a city called Legaspi tomorrow where we’ll swim with whale sharks. James heads home to China tomorrow to propose to his girl Neno. I have not being wearing my watch lately and it's kind of cool to not know the time or date save for the sun rising and setting. Good times, good times...
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