Dusky as Hell

(Rinah reminded me--I was about to start off this post with umitim akooo) Well. So. The weekend was a blast. (Only to come home to people waiting for the Internets to die or something on account of DOWNAD but later on that.) I had three major resolutions from the trip: I had to learn to drive, swim, and buy a slap box (aka cajon). We saw much greenery, water (a river, a couple of seas, waterfalls), and fish (sturgeon fish, electric blue fish, flying fish, pink territorial fish, jellyfish, starfish, some strange breed of fish that are literally steady lang amidst the currents, dead corals, living corals, sea urchin). I did enjoy the hour-long trips between points A and B (as Palawan is such a large island going across). We rode vans, made small talk with the Kawayanan Resort driver assigned to us, saw baby and giant crocodiles, saw butterflies mating, visited a church, ogled at a dream house at Baker's Hill (dalawa actually yung apostrophe), applauded the landscaping, rode trikes, ate at Ka Lui (Hawaiian ata ang theme, panalo sa ambience--sa inupuan namin may nakita akong Gustav Klimt at natuwa nang bongga), Kinabuchs (guy at bar claims they serve 300 heads at around 8PM every day, we drank 3/4/5 each and probably scared the hell out of the trike driver who brought us home, parang sports bar ata ang dating pero dahil lang sa bar may TV na naka-tune in sa some guy channel at may bilyaran sa tabi), and at the islands, spelunked through an underground river and named rock formations in our heads, met a nice family booked at the same resort, took pictures like there was no tomorrow, admired the place for exuding political will, admired the people for their conspiratorial (in a good way) kindness, et cetera et cetera So masaya. Sobra. God, I wish there were more days like these. Pictures/kwento later. (meron si JM todits)