It Just Got to a Point

Where, quite frankly, I didn't know if I'd survive the week.  Emotionally, physically, mentally and sexually.  I did.  I'm writing this now.

We got to Puerto Princesa Air Port and I got the Jet Setter Badge on FourSquare. :))  5 Frickin Air Ports and I still don't feel like one.  I want moaaaarr.

Obligatory family photo sans me at this place called KaLui's which has awesome over priced food that you must eat barefoot. :))

Those are baskets for sandals. :)

Disturbingly quirky furnishing everywhere. I swear.  Art history people will frenzy over what doesn't belong and how they all will end up belonging via Filipino sensibilities.

Moaaar.

 

 

I think it was that same day we got there that we had the city tour which wasn't really anything. :))

Shopping places were the most I remember.

Went to the croc farm too.  I had to be educated in the difference between an alligator and a crocodile.  (Snout factor)

 

 

Something about a meer car.  Or a Timon (& Pumba, sans Pumba) if I didn't get the spelling right.

My youngest brother's Maniacal smile.

And my happy parents eating croc sisig. :)

On the way to the very scientifically interesting 1/7 Natural Wonders of the World, we had a pitstop (where we ate) (again.)

And really, everyone was getting conscious of their weight.

Except this lonely tree.

Mom was just being funneh.  I don't joke when I'm exhausted. :)

Weaving things from some place I no longer recall.  It does, however, remind me of Vigan.

On one of the nights, we went out to catch this band called Mitu's Tribe.  I didn't really care.  I just wanted to get a massage.

 

There were these two awesome artworks at the bar whose name I forgot.

He got drunk. :)

Mass at 6-frickin-am.

One of the very few pictures I appear in.

One of two only beaches we went to and didn't swim.  HAHAH.  The waves were fucking huge.

It ran out of batt and is now running in M90.

There were Monitor Lizards on the beach of the island where you'll find the Underground Rivah.

Smile and pretend you're happy! :D

 

 

The cave I wasn't particularly fond of.

 Bats. :)

Back to pseudo-civilization. 

That awesome coffee from the Vietnamese Resto.

85 pesos in Palawan, 150 pesos in Manila.

Last meal in Palawan was at Ka Inato's which served the best inihaw (grilled) chicken I've ever had, but will not particularly miss.

And although you will not crash, you're a sight for sore-eyes.