08 January 2008

diving in el nido

el nido is the main town of access for the bacuit archipelago, a collection of 40-odd islands. the lonely planet describes the town as loud and rather unappealing, which i think is rather unfair – it’s a cute, clean little town, complete with a number of hotels and restaurants for the tourists, but still retains an identity. yes, a fair amount of tourists, but really not to a disgusting, annoying level.

to get there, we had to take an eight-hour boat ride from coron, which was painful. getting around this country is hard. it’s a bit of a ridiculous situation – because of the holiday, all the flights (about three a week between coron and el nido) were booked and the boat only goes twice a week and costs more than a flight would. it is clear that it takes advantage of tourists, who are the only ones to travel between the two destinations. and, sure enough, it was a boat full of white people, almost all of whom managed to get seasick on the way there (both brad and i were ok, hooray!).


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[view from our hotel]


we had planned on doing an island hopping tour, but because the weather was a bit rainy, we decided to go diving our first day there instead – doesn’t matter if it’s raining since you’re underwater :)

i was quite excited to go diving on the reefs here. palawan has a reputation for protecting it’s marine resources and reefs to a higher standard than the rest of the philippines, so, frankly, i was excited to see some live coral and a lot of fish. the pictures you see of reefs in books/magazines/brochures are … so not the norm. and even though these reefs are not pristine, i was still impressed by the colors, the huge schools of fish, the diversity.


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[cabbage coral]

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[cuttlefish]


it was also nice because, for once, we had a filipino guide. something that has been a bit disconcerting during these travels has been the realization that nearly all tourist institutions, hotels, and restaurants are owned and operated by europeans (i’ll expand on this later).

we dove with a french couple, helen and julian, who are living in bangkok and spending their christmas holiday here. we ended up going out to dinner with them both nights and island hopping with them the next day (more on that later). it is one of the things i love about traveling – meeting people and enjoying wonderful, interesting conversations with total strangers. we talked a great deal with them about the tourism situation here as compared to other parts of asia (they were much more informed about the other areas of asia than brad and i). there is such huge potential here for, but there is no drive to expand on it. neither el nido or coron has a bank, which means you cannot get cash. you can’t use a credit card anywhere in this country (ok i take that back, i used mine to pay for our place in coron and they charged an extra 7.5%). el nido only has electricity for twelve hours a day. this is a poor country, yes, but it is not taking advantage of what it has in order to expand tourism and increase their income. sometimes, i wonder if “they” (this is very much of a generality) even want to. as i mentioned, nearly all of the tourist structures are owned by europeans – why are no filipinos doing this? i realize it does take money to finance at the onset, but it shocks me that the government is not pushing for expansion. it’s surprising though. i doubt that all developing countries rely almost exclusively on ex-pats to run their tourism. in fact, according to helen and julian, many countries do do it themselves. i don’t know. odd.

i must also say that it is a bit humbling to be meeting all these europeans who are only a few years older than brad and i and, yet, have been all over europe and then most of asia and tons and tons of other places. i think of myself as fairly well-traveled, but it is literally nothing compared to many europeans i have met. obviously some of this has to do with the fact that european countries are small and there are lots of travels and so it is very easy to travel around europe. most travelers here to the philippines are koreans, but there are a fair amount of europeans. it’s interesting because as you walk down the road you can hear locals exclaim “americano! americana!” over and over and yet, ironically, brad and i are the only americans we have met so far. weird.

01 January 2008

christmas in the philippines

i was really nervous about spending christmas here, away from my family. every christmas, my family (just the four of us) goes to the cabin in kingston, new mexico. i can’t describe the place – it’s peaceful and … really quite magical, special. we always cut down a tree, decorate it with handmade ornaments, string popcorn and cranberries, make cookies and decorate them, listen to old records, read in front of the fire. it’s such good family time and really … i can’t imagine not having christmas at the cabin. when i decided to come to the philippines for these six months, it was a big discussion with my parents about whether or not i would fly home for christmas. and only after a lot of tears did i decide to stay here, as long as brad came out for that time.

i talked to my family before they left for the cabin (no phone service there, so i wouldn’t be able to talk to them on christmas day) and really … struggled through the conversation. my mom made the excellent point that we really needed to plan the day a bit so that we didn’t end up sitting there staring at each other blankly for the day, thinking about our families back home.

in the end, we had a good, quiet day. we bought milo and marshmallows and had mugs of that while we opened up a few envelopes and gifts from our parents and listened to the one christmas CD brad has on his computer. there’s a small hike in the hills above coron which offers great views of the bay, so we packed up a small lunch to take with us and did that.


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we even went to mass (didn’t understand a word, obviously, but (warning: am about to make a not too nice comment about catholicism) i figure i never understand what’s going on during a mass in english, so that’s really not too different) and then had a fabulous dinner at a restaurant out on stilts over the bay. even the service was excellent – and that’s a rarity in this country. [usually, the server hovers over you while you look through the menu, looks surprised when you order only one (this i don’t understand. yes, i’m sure i only want one plate of pasta? only one drink?), the food takes a good hour to come out and at separate times, typically about 15 minutes apart, and then there are no drink refills and you have to beg for the check, where again they hover over you until you pay it.] we left a nice tip for our waitress and she came over awkwardly as we were getting ready to leave to tell us we had paid too much. “no,” we replied “that’s for you. merry christmas!” it so obviously caught her by surprise and made her day, a cool feeling. one thing that did make me sad was that whenever we passed kids on the street throughout the day, they would yell out “merry christmas”, to which we obviously replied the same back, and then would demand “give me money”. it … hurts to hear this – not in the way that the beggar kids in mexico break my heart, but that they are demanding money, not begging.

i was surprised, after all the hype, by how small christmas celebrations actually seemed to be. i am so thankful that brad was here to celebrate with, even if the celebrations were subdued and small. it was so different from every other christmas i have had, but that was good thing.

i’ll definitely have to spend christmas at the cabin next year though …

wreck diving in coron

after visiting my host family in san agustin (a whirlwind of a trip that involved a lot of uncomfortable travel, but i think was worth it in the end. the worst part was trying to get back to manila, on that same awful boat, but made much worse by the multitudes of holiday travellers. they oversell the tickets, even if there are not seats or beds available, so we watched in horror as people dragged cardboard boxes onto the boat, spreading them out in every available corner – outside on the hard metal deck, in hallways, on the stairs – and children and the elderly slept on them, shoved together with no hint of privacy or personal space. we were also sold these bogus tickets, but said something to a crew member who found us an empty private cabin, where we were able to sleep. there were a number of these cabins – all empty because no filipino could afford them and no crew member would offer one to them. we were shocked and disgusted by this treatment of people, this herding, this utter disregard for people’s safety and comfort. but i am completely digressing and so will stop this sidenote here), we made it to manila, managed to make it to the airport after having numerous arguments with cab drivers (who literally are all evil and refuse to turn on meters and charge you uproarious amounts to go a mere few kilometers), dealt with the incompetent people at asian spirit (they won’t give out e-tickets, so we had to go to the office to get them to print out our tickets and literally the girl took a good thirty minutes to figure out how to enter our confirmation number onto the computer and hit print), and boarded the airplane to coron.


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[propellers and everything!]


coron is the main town in the calamian group of islands in the north of palawan. it is famous for it’s wreck diving and it is the wreck diving that draws tourists to this isolated area of the earth. during world war ii, the japanese used the bay as a secure, sheltered area to anchor their ships and protect them from US planes. in 1944, a US air strike bombed the bay, sinking 24 ships all in close vicinity. the area is full then of these wrecks, all in excellent condition and at relatively shallow depths (the deepest we went was 34 m). in short, it is considered the best wreck diving in the world. how could we not come here to dive?

coron is a cute little town, built basically on top of a mangrove forest. i was a little worried that it would be overly touristy, because of its appeal as a dive site, but was pleasantly surprised. there are decent places to stay, eat, and a number of dive shops, yes, but it has also managed to still remain a filipino town.


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it is impossible to explain diving, and even more so to explain wreck diving. neither brad or i had dived a wreck since our advanced certification wreck dive, so we were both quite excited. diving in general is a freeing experience and feels like you’re flying; over and through a wreck that feeling is even more prominent. it’s especially cool to be swimming through these ships. wrecks are eerie, they are haunting, to swim through passageways, windows. swimming where 60 years ago, people ran and walked, climbed, worked.


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[taiei maru]

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[irako]

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[kagyo maru (two above)]


on the third dive, we exited the wreck and then … there was … a manta ray!!!!! i almost had a heart attack right there under water from excitement and happiness. i was certainly NOT expecting that. oh my gosh, it was beautiful and gorgeous and she was stunning and graceful as she flew off. my gosh, amazing.


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so yes, i highly recommend diving in coron. each dive was great and unique.