A few months ago I set Yoshi up with a trip to the Philippines using my frequent flyer miles.
So basically the week after the dive trip, Yoshi landed in Manila and I took a few days off to show him around the islands. Of course most of was a spurned on by a self-centered and pressing need to escape Manila and go relax on a beach somewhere.
The first weekend he was here we flew out to Boracay. During my last trip to Boracay I got nearly drunk with two of my future bosses and set a co-workers leg on fire. Needless to say, the trip with Yoshi was planned to be slightly less career threatening.
Unfortuately, I forgot about the whole "rainy season" thing. In my defense, I've since asked a few locals and have never recieved the same answer twice. There are only 12 months in the year which makes for only 133 distinct sequential month combinations but I don't yet know 134 filipinos well enough to ask a stupid question to satisly my mathematical curiosity. (That's a lie... I go to rediculous extents to prove a mathematical point... for instance, counting all the distinct sequential month combinations)
Back to the story: Yoshi and I flew to Boracay in the midst of a tropical depression. Officailly that doesn't violate my rule concerning travelling during a Typhoon. So the first day on the beach was spent walking the length of the island in a torrential downpour. Now, you probably do not know how much fun that is because you've never been in a torrential downpour. Imagine millions of warm marble-sized water drops stricking you with such force you can't imagine it lasting more than 5 minutes. Then imagine the same thing that continues for more than an hour. This country never ceases to amaze.
The next day was overcast and a bit drizzly. Regardless, we grabbed a boat and went out for a snorkling trip around to Crocadile Island. No jellyfish this time around but we got hit by a rippin' current.
Our last day we rented motorbikes and toured the interior of the island. We visited the bat cave where we were not greeted by Bruce Wayne or a Batmobile (not even the one with the foam tail fins that would fall off on every sharp turn). At the bottom of the cave we were greated by deafening screeches, disgusting auromas and one nice image.
The pool is actually the ocean that works it way up into the cave forming that nice picturesque pool.
After escaping the cave we climbed to the highest point of the island where I took a 360 panoramic. And now Blogger wont let me upload it, I'll try again later.
Shortly thereafter we were winging our way back to Manila for the next big adventure. (I have all my cliff hangers written by Franklin W. Dixon.)
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