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.
“Let’s all go out to that new Filipino restaurant”….said no-one ever.
Being an Englishman, I have had my fair share of atrocious food in my time; however no amount of previous experience could prepare me for my first stone cold, gut-insulting foray into Filipino cuisine…