CHANGE ON THE WAY TO PARADISE
Change is a part of life. Sometimes change is for the better, like someone giving you a million dollars or having a new barista start at your local coffee shop who seems to know precisely the best way to spin the knobs and push the buttons to make coffee better than the last guy. Yes, these things are almost equal in my eyes.
Other times change is not good. I would give examples, but this will go live on Monday morning and I do not want to depress anyone yet. I prefer to do my depressing once the week has warmed up a little.
I have a flight change on the way to the Philippines which now gets in at 23:00. My flight out the following morning is at 04:45. I had almost forgotten about this time. I knew it still existed, I have just been able to pleasantly ignore it. So the first day or two might be a little rough.
There is a balancing act that has to be done when changes like this happen. I tend to sacrifice my personal comfort first. I can survive on a few hours sleep if it means I get to nap on the beach for a day or two and try avoid being a grumpy asshole. I know, it will be very difficult and so out of character.
Assuming there are no other changes, like a giant mega-storm, that puts us in Puerto Princesa at 06:00. Bright and early enough to find a van to take us on a three hour drive to a coastal town, and then a half hour boat right to the place I will be staying. Basically a campsite on the beach. Who would want to stay in a 5 star resort and drink cocktails by the pool when you can sleep in a tent on the sand and eat fresh fish and adobo for every meal?
A few days later, I will find my way to El Nido, in the northern part of Palawan. I haven’t worked out how I will do this. I doubt there is an air conditioned express train though. Assuming I make it there, I meet up with a group of strangers, who hopefully aren’t all weirder than me, and off on a boat ride for five days through the paradise of the islands. I would name them, but I haven’t a clue what they’re called and I probably won’t remember them anyway. Maybe I will give them names as I pass through.
The boat dumps us in Coron where I spend four or five days. Alas, it is also apparently an island paradise. Here I stay in a treehouse. Again, who would want to sleep in a hotel room when you can sleep in a treehouse?? Thank you AirBnB. You are amazing.
Then the trip winds down and I head back to Manila and off to our respective homes on the opposite sides of the planet; Edinburgh and Sydney. Hopefully a bit of sun and some adventure and a lot of fun.