Barcelona

From all reports, the summer of 2018 had been a red-hot one over in the good old UK. However, being the old cynic that I am, I fully expected that after three successive months of thirty degree days, my arrival on 4th August would coincide with the final few days of such conditions before the country returned to its summer norm of eighteen degree temperatures and perennial drizzle.

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TAO Sail – Coron to El Nido

After the absolute fucking debacle of our flight into the Philippines, we finally arrived in the tiny island of Coron ready to board our ship to El Nido.

Our vessel for the next four days was a small, rickety wooden ship, which to be honest looked like it could be finished off with a decent gust of wind. However, given that the hapless crew at Philippine Airlines required two attempts to successfully locate one of the 7,107 islands in the Philippines to land on during our last journey, it was still comfortably the most appealing mode of onward transport.

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