Day 6, 21 Oct, Wednesday
The tric uncle picked me up at 6.30am I think? Crazily early, but the sun was shining then! First dive, a drift dive at Tilasay, then a second at 1030 at Balay
We spotted many turtles, around 10 or so. I think what hit me the most was the thermocline, but it wasn’t unbearable! Anyhoo, there were turtles just lazing around, turtles going up for air, turtles swimming past us…
And even a turtle that came out from its little cave and hit me on its way out.
And more nudis! Speaking of which, I’m toying with the idea of getting a flexi arm, no baseplate or hot/cold stone.. but it’s cumbersome carrying a torch w one hand, and a camera w the other hand, when sometimes I need to steady myself w a stick when there’s current hmm! (Or am I a terrible diver? I don’t know…)
And coral banded shrimp!! (=
My fav dive was probably at Pescador, because I saw quite a number of cool things, including this HUGE ASS FROG FISH. I know in my prev entry I said the frogfish was huge.. but this one probably ate all its siblings!
By the time I got back to the homestay, it was quite dark (sun sets at about 6.30pm!) Washed my gear and had a quick shower before going out with the rest for dinner.. we went back to where my dive school was actually! (= Right by the beach.. heh. Had italian food.
There’s not much to do at Moalboal, so I’m glad I had ace company. Went back and sat down to chat, snack, and just laugh about life.
Slip of the tongue man. When I heard the pigs crying I said, “oh no!! the poor lechon!!!” totally forgetting that Lechon is the name of the dish and not the cebuano word for pig OOPS.
Nobody tried to sell us cows, thankfully. I wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway. We then went to Kat’s aunt’s house, where she hosted us for lunch. Her house looked like some personal security prison. Not because it’s fenced up (okay, it is, but that’s not the point), but because there’s a crazy watch tower before the entrance! So she pays a guy to stand at the top of the watchtower, and he gets a bird’s eye view for miles and miles… Crazy…!
Here’s her home wtf. So her house has a HUGE kitchen, many walkways, a koi pond, three living areas or something. I actually can’t describe how the house is really like, because in her own house, she has another living room! Think of it as a hotel, where there’s a restaurant with dining tables, and in your own suite, you have your own dining table wtf.
Jaime feeding the fish.
Then we had to say goodbye! Here’s a shot of her house, and her garden…
Our driver, FHL really. He suddenly realised he had a Bon Jovi Karaoke CD in the cd player… and BAM WE WERE SINGING ALL THE WAY. Bet he was all OTL in front banging his head on the steering wheel and thinking that singaporeans love singing. here we were singing It’s My Life lol.
Before we left for Cebu city, we dropped Kai and Wilson at their farm. Yeah, another family business! It’s called MonTeray farm, here’s the fb link! The farm has many animals eg snakes, chickens, cows, then a mini botanic gardens, and a pool. Plus rope courses, flying foxes, mud slide etc for family/corporate/student bonding. Pretty cool!
MONGOSEEEEE. omg. they grey green beans on a farm. ever thought how it’s a lil weird? We know how beansprouts grow, from green beans! but where do the green beans come from? and how do you grow them? (=
And here are the two pigs, Nico (left) and Orga (right). Nico is the male pig, Orga is the female. They look small from here but that’s because there’s no one standing beside them. Orga is easily 3-4x my size. T_T HUGE. And yes, she is much fatter than Nico! This is actually Nico number 3. The other two Nicos were sent to the slaughter house (and Kai cried)!
These are the non-organic piglets. all cooped up in a small cage. And a huge ass pig on the right, also in a cage. Wilson and Kai took over this farm from Kai’s parents, and the structures have all been in place before that. They’re currently building new homes for the pigs, but till then, yes, the pigs are kinda suffering! Small concrete cages with barely any place to walk. The pig on the right is in a steel cage that has been cemented into the ground… can’t remove the cage.. but they’ll be moved to a bigger and better home soon!
And, highlight of the day: cock fighting HAHAHAAH. Wilson was a great host, explaining how he trains the cocks to fight, and why the cocks get angry etc.
So firstly, only cocks get to fight. And they get trained from young. They wear socks on their claws so they don’t get hurt. To train the cocks how to fight, hold the first cock still, while letting the second cock peck at the first cock. This makes the first cock angry, and once it gets released, it’ll naturally want to peck and claw the second cock. A fight ensures. So feathers drop but they don’t get hurt that badly because their claws have been capped by socks. In a real cock fight, their claws have knives/blades taped to them, so it’s do or die.
Here it is:
And to end off the cock fight.. here’s me carrying the largest white cock. Yep. Great face… sigh.
This was the best out of the lot: a little bit too scared so I didn’t dare to open my eyes. To be fair, the cock stayed still and seemed content with my pudgy fingers holding it..
We got back to our hotel, showered, and went out for dinner after that. Had dinner at The Chocolate Chamber, because we wanted to try Tablea (a kind of chocolate drink). It’s really for cocoa lovers, way too sweet and heavy for me hahaha.
Day8, 23 Oct, Friday
Boohoo. our last day in Cebu! Flight was in the afternoon, so after a quick check out, we headed to the mall for lunch (which took forever to come, and then we had to rush through our pasalubong shopping!! urg!)
We rushed back to our hotel room, said bye to Jay Z and Beyonce, and took a cab to the airport. Cabbie once again wanted to overcharge us because we were foreigners, seriously urg what is with you and your quick cash? come on guys!!
I also tapao-ed lechon (1kg i think?) for my helper lol. It remained warm throughout the journey home.
Oh, I’ve to say, I had the WORST time with Cebu airport. They flat out refused to let me hand carry my regulator what the fuck. They wanted me to remove my first stage and check it in. OF COURSE I would have the tools needed to remove my first and second stages ya? and I threw a big bitch fit because that shit costs money and it has already spoilt once so… And the security was fuckinggggg guailan about it telling me that they’re just following the rules, all while being bloody aloof. really ruined the trip i swear. and they said if my first stage spoils then yea too bad for me, i’ll claim from insurance wtf. fucking haughty omg speaking about it just pisses me off. the level of no fucks given with their citizens, too damn high. refusing to let me on the plane, not giving me a reason why i can’t hand carry my stuff, just shrugging off allllll forms of responsibility. urg. blood boiling……
Jaime was rly nice to recall her luggage and wrap my first stage with all her clothes OTL forever grateful i swear i was gonna burst into flames there and then ok. times like that i’m like. geez, so much trouble to dive, just wanna throw my hands in the air. T_T -sigh- ok end rant.
I had an amazing time in cebu (with the exception of fucked up citizens who try to cheat my money, or act like victims, or have 0 fucks when it comes to customer service). I’m not sure if I’ll head back because of those factors, but anyway, there’s more of the world I’ve yet to explore!
I’m so terribly backdated eeks!