A Whale of a Trip
We soon arrived at Alona Beach, on another part of Panglau island, where the Whale Shark trip was supposed to start. A couple of Filipinos paddled us out to the ship in what looked like a plastic box. More than two hours later, we were still at Alona Beach, waiting for the trip to start!
|Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, me hearties!|
|Waiting for our turn to see the whale sharks|
|Henley Regatta meets WaterWorld|
|Ship of Fools|
|Future World Champion (or chicken nuggets)|
When the “music” finally finished at about 2am, the dawn chorus began. Yes, everyone who has read The Canterbury Tales can remember Chanticleer and Pertelote, so it was no big surprise that there were a few cockerels crowing to welcome the rosy-fingered dawn. But then there were some more. And then a lot more. Cock-fighting is very popular in the Philippines (you can even watch it on TV) and that means you need a lot of cocks, not just one. What usually happens is that the referee puts a hen between them, to start the fight, and razor blades and other sharp things are tied onto the spurs of their claws. Then the cocks rip the hell out of each other, until one is the winner and gets carried round in triumph. The other is KFC. ¡Muy gusto! In the garden next to our room for the night, we saw some of these feathered male bruisers chained to posts, to stop them from scrapping whenever they feel like it. Well, they were tied up, but that certainly did not stop them from crowing.
|Where we didn't sleep|
|Somewhere on Cebu Island|