Holly's best friend in Siqujor was an old white sweet little American grandpa named Ralph. He was so innocent, with white hair and sparkly blue eyes. For some reason, Holly only referred to him by two names (in his rough thick german accent): "Bloody motherfucker" and "white nigger"!!! Luckily Ralph could always get him back by responding "you're just mad because you lost the war."
Other than foul-mouthed germans, siquijor also has some amazing sunsets...check out our little photo sesh :)
_________________________________________________________________
On to the land of the furbies (tarsiers)! BOHOL...
We stayed in this kickass place called Nuts Huts out in the middle of the jungle right along the Loboc river. Our little wood and palm hut also came with a couple of 8- and 6-legged friends so we had to use a mosquito net over our bed. The top of the canopy was COVERED in nasty old bug carcasses and spider egg sacks. I just tried to convince myself that it was a canopied princess bed...
On our first day, we hired a guide to take us on a jungle trek up to bat caves...full of thousands of beady-eyed furry flying rats and scorpion spiders. The caves were actually used as hideouts by Japanese soldiers during WWII. You can still see left over barbed wire and shattered clay jars with japanese writing on them.
The following day we bussed out to the Tarsier sanctuary. Here's one for your viewing pleasure: :) :) :)
On to the Chocolate hills or the "Chocolate Titties" as we like to call them. They still have no explanation for their booby-like formation. Erik is convnced that they are just US military bunkers covered in grass. Mobbed by a heard of koreans with cameras glued to their faces, we felt like we had left Bohol and entered Seoul.
On the way back, we got to experience our first filipino double decker bus. Once the bus has become a sardine can of filipinos, and not one more person can hang off of the side, they send you up top to the luggage racks. And you're not just up there with people, you are up there with their stinking sacks of pigs feet and potatoes. Just when you think that not one more person could possibly fit up top, 5 more squeeze in. We ended up getting pushed all the way to the end of the roof top - our legs dangling over the edge, our hands grasping on to a bucket that had been strapped in place. A man with breath reeking of Tanduay rum clammored up the ladder and sat virtually in Erik's lap. He looked Erik straight in the face and started speaking Vasaya. When he realized we were American, he got really excited and offered us ice cream from his Styrofoam. cooler. "Now??!" I exclaimed, as I tightened my grip on the bucket and ducked my head to avoid getting bitch-slapped by an overhanging palm leaf.
Lastly...CHRISTMAS! We had an awesome Christmas. Nuts Huts hosted a huge Xmas feast for all of the guests - Probably one of the best meals of my life. Pumpkin soup, coconut Hinalang Chicken (I got the recipe!), garlic bread, salad, and the most mindblowing mango orgasm-in-your-mouth dessert. At 10:30 we all ran down to the river and jumped in for a crazy late night Xmas swim.
Here we are with the Belgian owners (Chris in white and Rita in tanktop) and our Finnish friends Yari (behold his red Mustafa mane) and Ocha.
YAY Thanks for reading guys!
We are in Bangkok so we'll post another blog soon with some crazy stories about our stay on Khao San Road and New Year's. WOO!
Also, we updated our last blog on Dumaguete with pictures...so check it out :)
much love guys we miss you
erik and megan
No comments:
Post a Comment