or, find each destianción, including the return ferry to Cebu airport (planes do not reach Bohol). We
sea diving, aerial, Barcala montañales, night cuevales, and simply motocicletales playales. We had the chance to see Tarsiers (the world's smallest primates), the Chocolate Hills (natural artwork only), wild dolphins jumping near our boat, English churches, butterfly sanctuary and we also had the chance to go to the island Balicasag , one of the richest marine life, always speaking world.
The snorkeling there was amazing, the nicest I've seen in my life. An overdose of colors, fish of all sizes, transparent shrimp, starras and other useless conflict with colonial-style houses, tired, white, stained, broken, dragged down by time, battered by time. A wonderful world.
With little time, we got on a bus that left us in Baguio, the summer capital for being the coolest Filipino.
What is this feeling, not very nice, makes me shiver? "Cold? What is to be cold?
After so long without worrying about my body temperature, I was able to feel what I felt both in Germany. That sense of need heat, not to move, concentrate, close your eyes and take advantage of the low heat found.
In Baguio we went to Hundred Islands. A group of 123 small islands, calm ajenas to oppression, pure.
The magic of the place is that we choose an island in which to spend the night at most natural. Was reached, leave the bags on the sand and look for wood for the fire that was going to serve as night light. Each one was given a role. I decided to explore the island while looking for another fruit, another looking for a good place to sleep and others entertained the fire, among other activities.
Our island was composed of two hills of size not important. Reaching the top of it was very intense, arousing deep feelings, breathing and feeling very ondo simply being human. I screamed very strong move, to turn, jump, shake the trees, to be filled with wonderfully fresh energy. L
at night was not very comfortable. With only two blankets for six people, half of the body literally on the sand and tropical feeling a cold wind that came, we had no other to sleep close together, one against the other to maintain the required temperature.
Still, the discomfort could not stop my emotion. I got up before dawn, I returned to the top of the hill and stood there with the bat still on the prowl, to welcome the sun that could provide better visual performance.
A few hours later, the obligations forced us to leave that piece of terrestrial life in the sea of Luzon.
And I set foot, after six hours of bus, the floor of Manila, the Manila lost in thePhilippines chaotic.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Borat Staged Not Staged
The last article was written at a sensitive time, where I became more questions than necessary and fell into the abyss of doubt. Luckily allowed grab a branch and climb to what he actually said.
'm in Vigan, Ilocos Sur (northern Philippines) after spending a night in Laoag, Ilocos Norte. Marjorie, a Filipina who works for GK invited me 4 Australians who were visiting from here. I could not hide the power of temptation and accept without thinking 2 times. And as usual, at the last minute to throw me I curse so easily. And as usual, I curse and curse and thank the jump.
about 2 weeks ago I spent some days in Davao, Mindanao (Southern Philippines) with another group of Australians. We stillmasters in a Gawad Kalinga community with mission to build a septic tank that could compl. It was the first time with Australian interraccionaba so long and I liked it. The group was dynamic, with representatives of every personality you'd expect when people spend several days together.
Family acojio us to Bailinda (a Muslim worker GK) and I appreciate very much our stay and taught me much more than what they learned from us.
experiences as cataracts fell back inside.
I had the opportunity to meet a girl through her mother. The latter, 8 months pregnant, held a 2-week baby in her arms. Seemed impossible to be his son, I approached him and asked him who he was. He said it was his
'm in Vigan, Ilocos Sur (northern Philippines) after spending a night in Laoag, Ilocos Norte. Marjorie, a Filipina who works for GK invited me 4 Australians who were visiting from here. I could not hide the power of temptation and accept without thinking 2 times. And as usual, at the last minute to throw me I curse so easily. And as usual, I curse and curse and thank the jump.
about 2 weeks ago I spent some days in Davao, Mindanao (Southern Philippines) with another group of Australians. We stillmasters in a Gawad Kalinga community with mission to build a septic tank that could compl. It was the first time with Australian interraccionaba so long and I liked it. The group was dynamic, with representatives of every personality you'd expect when people spend several days together.
Family acojio us to Bailinda (a Muslim worker GK) and I appreciate very much our stay and taught me much more than what they learned from us.
experiences as cataracts fell back inside.
I had the opportunity to meet a girl through her mother. The latter, 8 months pregnant, held a 2-week baby in her arms. Seemed impossible to be his son, I approached him and asked him who he was. He said it was his
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