It’s been a few months now since we returned to Brisbane after the three month Asian leg of our travels, but with wallets restocked and vigour renewed we are now back into backpacking life.
Our next adventure is a six week trip across an area of the world that has always intrigued me- the Balkans.
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.
Whilst the TAO trip was a highlight of our three months in Asia, it was still a nice feeling to get to the dry land of Palawan at the end of it; returning to luxuries like electricity, running water, and a bed that wasn’t a roll mat on a bamboo floor.
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.