You are a dancing queen, every day and every night, especially when squished coastwise into a hot jeepney with ABBA pumped at full volume.
The side trip was filled with decisions. We decided that Filipinos have great taste in music (i.e. autotune and 80s hits). We decided that the bashful dogs here are more like forest pigs. We decided that a winter lived properly should make you buff and tan.
We stayed in paradise on a river that brought to mind images from the Vietnam war. Can't argue with swimming against the current to a waterfall and being gawked at by boat cruise tourists. Our hosts were two Belgians, not waffles, who run a small travelers retreat near Loboc. They were adorable and a bit unsure of what to do with their guest house's success, and the obnoxious oblivious travelers that come with it.
The tarsier is a small primate that looks like a rodent. It has, however, the hands of a man. A small midget man with traces of Yoda blood. We made it to the best sanctuary on Bohol, but Kevin decided that he should accidentally leave his flash on and scare the adorable nocturnal buggers. The keeper was upset, but in his own reticent way. "If you give us your change you can make the Tarsier live longer.... Forever...."
Chococomplex has the propensity to make Japanese people sick. This is a completely unexplained phenomenon. Like the hills themselves. Mystery lurks in the nougety goodness. The Chocolate Hills are green, if you were wondering.
Happy New Years!
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