Sunday 12th April 2015
Meanwhile, back in
my beautiful island home, Tasmania…
An albatross sat
patiently with a boatful of my family members for a whole day, while they were
fishing in their tinny.
So what is about
to happen, in Boracay?? My Kitchen Rules, Australia!! Well….what could be a more beautiful place,
for MKR?
Saturday morning I
did my swim (26 laps round and around the boat = 72 laps up and down under the
boat)… It was a bit like trying to swim
in a very agitated washing machine cycle so it was VERY good exercise. I can’t see any benefits, to fatness or
fitness, YET!! But I will keep on
keeping on.
Pete, in the
meantime, put in a solid 8-2.30 at his computer, swearing faintly, doing his
accounts.
By three we were
walking the beachfront in Boracay, looking for a Indian food, with some
success.
At 4.00 we were
ready for our Island Trip. We went up to
the main street and negotiated a trip with very pleasant, quiet bloke driving
one of the little battery-powered tricycle vans which abound on the
island. We didn’t really have an agenda;
we more or else asked him to drive wherever he fancied for an hour and we would
pay him what seemed to be a reasonable fee.
Occasionally he would pick up other passengers, some of whom would
either pay a minuscule amount (10 pesos) or just hop off without paying at all
if they didn’t have the correct change.
It all seemed very random… For quite a long time we had two young women
sitting behind us, playing music from an iPod and singing along like little
angels to some sort of Philippina Katy Perry.
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| The far end of the 4km beach |
I just loved our
trip, up and down steep hills, past shanties, past huge grand resorts, through
thick lush green jungle.
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| A local dog posing quite reluctantly for a photo |
Eventually it was time
to part from our comfy little van (500 pesos; our driver was very pleased – this
is about $15)
Before we tootled the
dinghy back to 2XS we stopped at Red Pirates bar for a happy hour
cocktail. We have been parking the dinghy
on the beach outside this nice little place every day, and haven’t so much as
bought a drink of water, so we thought it was time.
We got chatting,
as you do, with other Red Piraters on the beach and – three of them might be hitching
a ride to Romblon with us today… Joey,
who is THE Red Pirate, is, apparently, very knowledgeable about the sea and wind
round these parts, so we will be very pleased if we find them clambering aboard
in a non-piratish way, at 8am.
Anna tells me that a good lap counting strategy is to say the alphabet. Apparently easier to keep track of than numbers.
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