Monday 28 November 2011

28/11/11 - El Nido & islands, Honda Bay islands, Puerto Princessa - Philippines

We sped off from Sabang on the 8th Nov on to the popular destination of El Nido which is further north in the Palawan island. It has been described as a chilled out backpackers heaven with a bar lined beach and islands galore for snorkelling, diving and sunbathing. We were promised a 5 hour journey, and for about the first time ever this journey estimate was actually correct. However, as we hurtled round corners and accelerated through tiny rural villages dodging pedestrians, sleeping dogs and  fruit stalls, we realised that this journey would have been far more comfortable for all involved if done in half the speed. The driver found great pleasure in driving into pot-holes  when the roads got bumpy, throwing us and our luggage around in this sardine-packed van, and speeding up when approaching any people, sharp bends or ‘ slow, school ahead’ warning signs. Regrettably, a very small chick fell victim to the driver’s reckless driving. As it scurried across the road following mum and its siblings, it did not quite make it in time and was far too insignificant for the driver to bother swerving for….     
                                                                                                                                      
Anyway, moving on from that rather somber note - El Nido was just as delightful as promised and being further away from the mountains the weather was perfect – blue skies and sunshine. And very hot! We stayed there for a week and indulged ourselves in good food, island hopping and sunbathing. We stayed at a very nice family run guest house set back in the quieter, leafier part of the town. We took full advantage of the provisions on offer in the town – including back massages (Neil) and hand-washing service where for just a couple of pounds our towels and clothes were handed back to us clean, neatly folded and smelling lovely. Ahhh, backpackers delight after weeks of wearing crumpled, damp, and slightly smelly clothes. Evenings were spent at any one of the candle-lit restaurants lining the beach front – with the water lapping at our feet as we sat admiring the silhouetted islands across the bay. Local entertainment in the form of acoustic guitar and singing and cheap beer accompanied the meals.

Our days were spent visiting various small islands and beaches all within half an hour boat ride with lovely white sands, swaying palms and clear turquoise waters where we lolled about snorkeling, swimming and browning/burning nicely in the 31 degrees sun. We befriended some local fishermen who took us out on their boat for free on our first day (remember the True Manilla story from a couple of posts back? The guys recognised our bracelets we are wearing that we had been given from Edwin whom they also knew!) We also hired a kayak and made our own discoveries of deserted beaches for one afternoon. J Neil completed his full PADI Open Water Scuba Diving course in a record 3 days which I am very impressed with, having done this course myself a few years back in Egypt in about double that time. While Neil was stuck inside with his head in a book I did my Scuba Diving Refresher and day trip of three lovely dives. There can be found some fantastic corals varying massively in colour, shape and size from the very tiny and delicate up to a coral the size of a car! We dived through corals in giant cabbages/flower shapes, and some shaped just like mushrooms  but 2-3 meters in diameter! Oranges, brown, pinks, purples, black, luminous yellow and greens –  and yes that is about the most scientific identification you’re going to get! We swam around in reefs with such an array of giant clams, starfish, tiny, completely clear floating jellyfish; huge purple starfish the size of dinner plates which soon became commonplace; black, spikey sea urchins, morray eels, clown fish, parrot fish, large barracuda, eagle ray and blue-spotted rays, lionfish -  just some of the many we saw. (On another island further south in Palawan Neil’s sharp eye’s spotted a large, clear jellyfish floating in the water with long dark tentacle’s– see our photos.  Our boat man quickly retrieved it from the water and confirmed to us that yes, this was a Box Jellyfish  - one of the world’s most deadly jellyfish, with enough poison to kill or severely injure a human! Gulp!)

Unfortunately for the last 2 days here we fell quite violently sick. We don’t know how it came about as my symptoms started 12 hours after Neil’s did but we think it was some kind of traveller’s sickness bug. It was very unpleasant but not serious, and luckily one of our neighbours at the guest house was a doctor and she kept an eye on us. By night time when we both were sick, the lovely Mr Marikit who ran our guest house took over caring duties and went out of his way to make us feel better fetching us ice and cold water, tissues and setting up a fan on his generator especially for us when there was no electricity. I thanked him profusely for this and will never forget his kindness (see the photo of me with him and his son and an employer in the doorway next to a Christmas tree).

The following week we travelled back down to Puerto Princessa and saw a few more touristy sights. We went to a crocodile rescue center and sanctuary which ironically sold crocodile meat at their shop and served various crocodile meat dishes on the menu at their resturaunt!! I found their poster rather amusing so you will see that in our photos. Another highlight was some close encounter’s Neil and I had with a very lovely mammal called a Palawan bear-cat by the locals, otherwise known as s Binturong. Resident only to Palawan island and nowhere else in the Philippines, a local had rescued two from being put in cages and kept them as pets so the locals could see them. He took them out in the village regularly so the local children could also pet them as there isn’t really a concept of pets here which the gentleman said was a real shame. They have a very sweet Meercat-like face, are ­­­­­furry with soft padded paws and a long tail like a monkey they use to hold onto branches (or alternatively an arm!) You will see from our faces how happy we were to hold them and feed them banana and let them climb all over us. The female took a liking to Neil’s air and chewed it gently, whilst the male licked my face in cat-like kisses!

During our month in the Philippines we observed the following: They love Karaoke. Whether city or village you are always sure to hear the wailing singing of a karaoke bar well into the late hours of the night. Cockerels – they are everywhere. To the average tourist they are detested: wherever you are you can be sure there will always be several pecking around outside your room to wake you up at 5am and crow continuously all day, but to the Philippino’s they are a prized possession – groomed, and tied up with string round the foot and ready to compete in their cockfighting events.­­­­­ The boys play basketball everywhere; meanwhile the men chew a peculiar combination of a beetle nut, a fresh green tobacco leave and a crushed up snails shell (lime) into a fine white powder, which when chewed up altogether in their mouth turns red! Apparently it creates a caffeine/stimulant effect – like coffee - which they claim helps them if they have to work late at night. It becomes a blood red colour when chewed and so their teeth look all red and they spit red on the floor and walls everywhere! – Yuk!

So. We have said goodbye to the Philippines now, and will remember the Filipino’s as quiet but friendly and caring, gentle people. They will go out of their way to help you, make you feel more comfortable and explain things to you. Everywhere we went they spoke very good English, they took pride in their homes and worked hard at what they did. Adults and children will always smile and greet you when you pass their home or shop and are happy to chat and interact with us. Sometimes you will see Filipino’s who look very Hispanic – from their Spanish roots of previous colonization perhaps, and you can see an a real similarity to Latin American’s in terms of facial features, skin colour and in their music too. We have enjoyed the islands and the beaches, the mountains and the rice-terraces, made friends with Filipinos in the villages and the city and leave with many sweet memories of this lovely country. I would definitely like to go back and continue to explore these seemingly endless beautiful islands, but for now we head onwards to mainland Asia…to Vietnam.
Goodbye for now,
Phe and Neil x

Friday 11 November 2011

12/11/11 - Banaue, Bedat, Segada & Sebang - Philippines

Banaue & Bedat

We left Manilla after just a day and a half to head off to our first hot-spot  destination: The rice fields of Benaue and Bedat. There are hundreds of small farming communities built up on the mountain sides all over the Philippines which continue to use traditional farming methods dating back over a thousand years to harvest their staple food: rice. We decided to take the 9 hour coach ride up to the north of the main Luzon island to the two most famous of these rice fields. What fantastic views we had, well worth trekking up the mountain sides and through hot humid rainforest to see. The rice fields of Banaue boast UNESCO heritage status and signs call the thousand year old rice fields “the eighth wonder of the world”. I hope our photos can give you some idea of the magnitude of the terraced mountainsides, each step several meters in height, and such verdant green.

A brief note here on the horrors of that 9 (which actually turned out to be 10 and a half) hours bus journey. The bus ride was due to leave the bus station at 10pm and so Neil and I packed earplugs and a towel (backpacker version of a blanket) and hoped to settle down for a good night’s sleep…how wrong we were. I have to say that that has to be my worst journey so far. Yes it was even worse than the rickety old BA flight that somehow  flew us halfway round the world to Singapore. In fact probably the worst journey of my life, ever. In brief: Violent films with the sound turned up full were being played back to back the entire length of the journey. Air con blasted down on every one of us, and was not controllable, so that all up and down the coach you could see tissues and socks stuffed into the air vents above each passenger, all in desperation to keep one’s body temperature above 15 degrees. Furthermore, the range and imagination in various head attire was quite remarkable as Filipino’s and foreigners alike tried to keep their heads warm. I saw caps, woolly hats, a cowboy hat, towels, scarfs and even the bus curtains all swathed on people’s head. A dear Chinese – Filipino couple we met on the mountainside of Bedat just a day earlier was seated in front of us on the way back to Manilla and the lengths Richard went to keep his head from freezing – I took note of the layers! Two t-shirts were tied on his head- one over the back, and one on the front rather like a balaclava.  After this came a cloth- rather like a t-towel. After that came a small hand towel, and to finish he topped it off with a cap although how he managed to ram that on after all those layers I don’t know. It certainly amused me for a few minutes and kept my mind off how terribly travel sick I was feeling…..

Segada

The lovely thing about travelling is that you might have one dreadful experience (such as THAT coach journey) but it will soon be eclipsed by a really amazing one. We travelled three hours north from Banaue onto a beautifully tranquil village called Sagada to visit their famous caves. Now that journey was the best ever! Beautiful views of the mountains as we climbed higher and higher, and for an hour Neil and I joined a few other fearless (foolish?) travelers and scrambled up to sit on top of the bus for the Bontac - Segada leg. From there we gazed down in awed silence onto more rice terraces and mountain villages, and best of all a beautiful turquoise river that wound its way along, tumbling over rocks and bending round palm trees and the occasional wooden hut. Whilst I clung onto the bars with white knuckles, and grinning nervously at every bump and sway of the bus, Neil sat casually, his legs dangling down freely, clicking away on his camera happy as a sandboy and apparently oblivious to the perils if we were to all tumble off and down the steep mountain ravine below….

The caves at Segada were breathtaking, and we scrambled across rocks, slide down smooth limestone, squeezed through impossibly small gaps, slithered under low ceilings and Neil and I jumped into freezing cold waters in the large cavernous pools inside(much to everyone else’s surprise).  We saw stalagmites, stalagmites, columns and rock formations of all kinds that have slowly been formed over the past few hundred years. It was a combination of viewing and scrambling up, over and around these amazing pieces of rock. A risk assessment nightmare there were no helmets or harnesses in sight, yet some of the routes had periless drops either side, even in our walking shoes we slipped and slide our way along and quite frankly the moves we were expected to do were pretty bloody dangerous. There was no previous warning that we would be submerged into chest-deep water in key passing points of the route and it was pure co-incidence that I had run out of underwear and donned a black bikini that morning so I happily stripped off and waded right in! Neil on the other hand, had to go down to his boxers….!

07/11/11 Moving onto Palawan island

We flew from Manila onto one of the larger and more popular islands called Palawan, the main city being Puerto Princesa. We stayed in a sort of apartment which was part of a family’s home. They were very kind and welcoming and gave us advice with our trips and transport. We went to Honda Bay and took the cheapest boat ride out to the best corals for some snorkelling. We set out to sea on a local boat with a guide and the boatman. Before we had even used our snorkel and mask Neil somehow managed to loose his. I think in all the excitement Neil took a running jump off the platform and dived in, and must have somehow kicked his snorkeling gear into the water. Although he claims this is not true. Of course it sank straight to the bottom – about 10 metres deep. He emerged from the water and in a look of utter panic said, “Where’s my mask? Have you seen it? Where is it?!” At which point I burst out laughing and was not in a fit state to take him seriously or help. A few of the locals dived in to get it and couldn’t get deep enough; in the end it was our guide who gracefully dived in and saved the day. We saw a vast array of beautiful tropical fish, starfish, moray eel, parrot fish, puffer fish, ‘Dory’ from ‘Finding Nemo’ and various other ‘Finding Nemo’ characters. The sea was warm and clear and the fish were plentiful. We happily swam and snorkeled around the reefs for a good few hours.
Sebang

We then went on to Sebang as we work our way north up Palawan. We came here to visit the famous Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park. In the morning we went on a 2 hour boat ride 4.2km into the world’s longest underground river and were again amazed by some truly amazing caves and rock formations. We then trekked for 3 hours through rainforest, up mountains and across beaches. We came across a group of monitor lizards (large and very dangerous lizards) and some over-eager Makak monkeys. Neil was trying to photograph the monkeys as they began appearing in the trees all around us. I then pulled out some food from our bag to tempt them closer which I thought Neil had suggested to do …..  (Neil steals the laptop!) … At which point my eyes widen, and the monkeys’ eyes’ lock onto the food in Phe’s hand.  I quickly ran forward and snatched the food from her and rammed it into my pocket out of harm’s way…causing all the monkeys to turn to me. Great.  I grabbed a stick and tried to look as intimidating as possible as they made aggressive body-language and edged in closer….  Let’s just say here that we eventually managed to escape unharmed after making a large detour around the ever-increasing number of angry monkeys that had gathered around. And Phe is not to be let near wild monkeys ever again.

We are off now from rainforests and tropical showers to island hopping and paradise beaches and hopefully sunnier skies J….bye for now.

Phe and Neil, x

Wednesday 9 November 2011

29/10/11 True Manilla - Philippines

















04/11/11 1 week in Luzon, Mainland Philippines

‘An assemblage of 7107 islands stretching some 1900km from the tip of Batanes to the Sulu archipelago, the Philippines stubbornly defies geographic generalisation. The typical island boasts a jungle-clad, mountainous interior and a sandy coastline flanked by aquamarine waters and the requisite coral reef.’ This is the opening description of the Philippines, according to the 10th edition of the Philippines lonely plant guidebook. Tempted? We certainly were. So here we are in Palawan, just one of these stunning islands with sparkling emerald waters, white sandy beaches and endless opportunities for snorkeling with the fish. But first, I must recount to you our previous week spent in the main island of Philippines, Luzon.               

True Manilla

We flew to the capital, Manila, on Friday 28th last week. We turned up at a backpackers place called ‘Friendly’s Guesthouse’ recommended by the guide book and by Gigi. So there we were on arrival at Friendly’s guesthouse, wide-eyed and excited about our first proper backpacker destination. As it turned out, just a few hours after arriving we met a Filipino man over dinner at the guesthouse called Edwin, who told us his story. This shaped our whole view, experience and itinerary of our brief encounter with Manila. This is Edwin’s story:

Born in Manila as one of many street children, Edwin grew up on one of the largest shanty town communities (or ‘slums’) of Manila. As a young boy he would roam the streets begging for his daily bread until he chanced upon a kind, humanitarian American couple who would change his destiny forever. Aged 9 years old, they couple who were merely passing though Manila on holiday decided to sponsor him financially through his education, which is exactly what they did. 26 years on and Edwin is now well-educated, works part-time at Friendly’s Guesthouse, and is pursuing a career in acting, which has taken him to an international film festival across Europe. He continues regular contact with the American couple to this day.

A few packbackers got chatting to Edwin upon hearing of his roots, and expressed an interest to see what the real Manila is like – where he grew up – beyond the malls and the tourist spots, the sex-tourism industry which has a massive presence in the capital, and all the begging so typical of a developing country’s capital city. Obligingly, Edwin took these keen folk to the slum where he grew up. He introduced his friends and family to them and showed them the sights of where so many people live and work so hard for so little. The backpackers were moved by the wonderful people they met, who despite poverty and obviously difficult living conditions were so welcoming, and decided to give something back by buying a few local families some food supplies such as bags of rice and noodles. More backpacker’s who arrived  got wind of this trip and showed a keen interest to also be shown the sights; hence ‘True Manila’ was born: a glimpse into the slum-life of Manila through Edwin’s eyes .

Neil and I read this story in a diary lying around in the guesthouse and then immediately engaged in deep conversation with Edwin on our very first evening in the city. It didn’t take us much convincing to join 8 other European backpackers on our own True Manila tour with Edwin as our guide, for no costs.  So the next day we travelled by local Jeepney transport across the city and spent the day walking through the slums and the markets of Edwin’s home area. We ate delicious home cooked local food (Pork Adobe and rice) at his wife’s local food stall, met all his family including his own beautiful daughter and son, and played with the dozen’s of children who swarmed around us. The 10 of us then collectively put money in a pot and went to buy rice, noodles, tinned fish and milk powder for 25 families- cupboard essentials for any family in the slums according to Edwin. We also bought cakes for 50 children. The cakes were handed out to eager children with grubby hands but smiling faces, and the food to families whom Edwin carefully selected as the most in need. It was a moving experience, and a real eye-opener to see how several million people of Manila live in cramped and squalid conditions with no running water, haphazard electricity, no hygienic toilet facilities and with tin roofs over their heads.

As a celebration of this seemingly increasing grassroots movement, we were all presented with a unique friendship bracelet from Edwin. To show our thanks and appreciation in return, and as is the True Manila custom, we all gave a plant and wrote our name and country on the pot and presented this to Edwin; ours is a chili plant (chili-obsessed Neil chose this of course). There is now an enormous collection of plants on the balcony at Friendly’s, symbolising all the people who have been involved with the True Manila movement; there is even a facebook group in dedication to this. So watch this space, Edwin is hoping for even bigger things to come out of this and perhaps it will even make a mention in next year’s edition of the guidebook. We certainly hope so, as this is a genuinely worthwhile and selfless cause, set up by one of the nicest Filipino’s we have met so far, who is trying to make a difference whilst raising awareness to a growing group of people from all over the globe brought together in one cause.