Here it begins, with my first glimpse of the Philippines. By this time I'd already travelled from Manchester to Munich, and Munich to Singapore, so exhausted, hot and bothered was sort of an understatement. And I still had another three transfers to go until my final destination - Dumaguete, Negros Oriental. On top of this, I had no suitcase, and still don't have it with me. I almost missed my flight from the UK due to a traffic accident on the M62, which held me up for almost three hours. Thus when I arrived at check in, it was too late for my suitcase to go through. Luckily my awesome parents have sent it via a courier service to me here, but it's certainly taking its damned time. I'm getting slightly fed up of wearing children's knickers that I had to buy at a local sweaty market due to having arrived with literally nothing except my hand luggage. Oh well, c'est la vie!
In Singapore airport there was this gorgeous indoor Japanese style pond, I just had to snap it. It was pretty cool, and the karp seemed to enjoy my left over toast crusts.
Oh how much life changes in one week. I do believe this is my last photo of myself in western civilisation, baha.
Right now I'm sipping a cup of hot coffee on a bamboo balcony overlooking the pool and beach, waiting for my scrambled egg and rice breakfast before a three dive day trip to Siquijor Island.
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