Trip Start Aug 09, 2010
124Trip End Feb 01, 2012
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I was swimming one day, minding my own business when this little fish literally swam up to me. It's such an unexpected thing to have a little thing swim towards you instead of away from you that my mind didn't know how to react. My subconscious automatically assumed that for this brave fish to come chasing me it must have some very strong means of protecting itself. I didn't mind it chasing me as I was in shallow water and could quickly move out of the way. Things changed when we went out further in the sea for a proper swim. As Paul and I stopped for a breather I saw this David of a fish, no bigger than a goldfish, swimming towards me, Goliath. And we all know what happened to Goliath. I swear I heard the 'Jaws' music in my head. I panicked and started splashing and screaming shouting 'the fish the fish'. I nearly walked on water I swam so fast to the shore, still screaming my head off. It was only when I saw Paul with a very rare look of embarrassment on his face I realised that I'd screamed the beach down over a teeny weeny fish. Ooops. Tried and failed at a dignified exit from the sea.
Another great thing about being in Boracay was that we got to meet other travellers. On one night we met a British/Ozzie couple James and Kelly and we all decided to go for dinner together. We went to a fantastic Tapas place and had a great night exchanging travel and diving stories. It's great that we have the freedom to ask a random couple out for dinner just because we're travelling. Wow think of all the new people we could get to know if we did that in our every day lives.
On our last day in Boracay we ended up room-less as we hadn't quite clarified when we wanted to check out and the staff had given away our room. To make it up to us they set us up in a swankier place, in one of their swankiest rooms for the same price. Sweet! Although unfortunately I didn't sleep that well as I was convinced I'd seen a spider in the bed. Which reminds me.....
One of the things we forgot to mention in our previous blog was a particular night in Siquijor. It was the middle of the night and both Paul and I were asleep. I felt something on my leg and since I'd seen a cockroach that day my mind immediately thought cockroach. I got up and looked around and sure enough I see a dark oval shadow the size of a cockroach on the bed. In one gravity defying move I managed to go from sitting on the bed to jumping over Paul and arrive standing by the bed. All the while screaming like a banshee. Paul who till that point was in deep sleep was suddenly woken up by all the commotion. For some reason he assumed I'd seen a rat on the bed. So he also jumped out of bed like it was on fire, screaming his head off too. (It was the first time I'd heard him scream, very funny caveman like noise) So there we were, the pair of us, in pitch darkness screaming and jumping. I moved to the left and felt something scrape against my leg. 'It's still on me' I hollered' and both of us screamed some more. It was only then that one of us (me!) had the good sense to switch on the light. The thing that scraped against my leg turned out to be my laptop wire, whilst on the bed there was no sign of any cockroach. Only the curtain blowing in the wind, which could have easily touched my leg as I slept. We realised that we were acting like nutters, and got the giggling fits. It took us forever to stop laughing. It might not have been a very restful night but it certainly was worth our bleary eyes the next morning.
Ah sorry I've digressed.
See you back in Manila for our last day in the Philippines (sob, sob)
Lots of love
Karen & Paul