It is not a light thing to say. Some times you arrive at a place you have no big expectations and offers you way more you than you could have imagined.
That is the Philippines for me. So far.
I have been happily island hoping, jumping from boat to island or boat to the underwater world and made my most amazing diving experiences.
And while I have been feeling at home with the Filipinos I have bumped into and felt so close, the service branch has made me smile... Asian way. 100 people attending you but no real effectiveness. Yes ma'm sir and a whole lot of running around for you.
I reached the summit when I left my hut in a nearby island and a guy was waiting for me outside to know if my toilet worked Ok...
And so far for my last night in the Philis. I have seen the sort of concentrated beauty you need to see in 4 different countries, had the best fish ever and seen such underwater wonders I had to make efforts to control my breath.
On bad news I lost my traveling notebook with my fully inspired notes on sights and (my two favourite subjects, smells and sounds)
Sights are easy to show, and I will dedicate a whole chapter for the smells on each country, but soundwise...
Indonesia, Malaysia and Philippines have opened me a whole different world of music. And I am not talking about the Karaoke (here Videoke), the music scene has a whole new constellation in this corner in the world (as for Malaysia, where would you hear great rock combined with Islamic chants? and what about Indonesian Punk? and the great Philippino bands? aaahhhh, and I thought Peninsular South East Asia did it for me, and then... I have felt in an upward spiral of sensations, that makes it so hard to go back to the monochrome/monosound Vietnam...
Amazing picts of Malaysia and Phili are not compatible with PCs here, so I have to leave a few shots of my last night in Coron. I have been witness to a drag queen night I would have had to pay for otherwise.
Enjoy bizarre-ness for a change:
Pictures of our funny little Filipino bunch:
Ok, enough now. You get the picture.
2 comentaris:
we have a reached a point where I can confess that I can sing a children's song, a dirty drinking song, count to ten and hold small talk in dagalog. My pilipino nanny takes all merrit for that.
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Hosti, estàs guapíssima petarda!!! Que sàpigues que m'updato every now and then amb el teu blog... després de la meva època d'autista... I miss you a little... Estàs mooolt guapa, el viatge t'està sentant bé. Petonàs. Tanit
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