Rise and shine. First order of the day is the usual Vitamins, Tylenol, and Immodium for BK and GB =). Me no care about taking 3-4 dumps a day, I enjoy it. I conform to my body's imperative and besides it's refreshing. I dunno, must be something in the water they mix with the beer. Key is to re-hydrate throughout the day to prevent diarrhetic de-hydration.
Went and took full advantage of one of the few amenities the Four Seasons Resort had to offer, which was breakfast: either Filipino or American. The difference between them was to either have 3rd world rice or imperialist toast. At this point GB was incomprehensibly suffering from an ear infection she picked up after diving in Indonesia. It started out as swimmers ear but I guess her primary physician recommended her not to use cotton swabs citing that cotton tips merely push earwax deeper in the drums rather than clean it - so swimmers ear turned into a full-blown infection.
Beauty's in the details.
What kind of doctor tells their patients not to use cotton swabs to clean their ears? If 99.9999% of people use cotton swabs to clean their ears, why recommend to someone to be part of the 0.0001%? Especially being such a person of qualified authoritative stature as a doctor. So the price GB had to pay was she didn't get to go on the day's island hopping adventures as she stayed behind nursing her deaf ear in her sleep.
Me and BK use cottonswabs. So we get to go on the island hopping experience. I believe we went on Tour A, which means nothing to me because I don't know the difference between Tour B and Tour C. But I do know that our boatman was Albert. A truly good guy. Then Pink Pinay and the Middle Eastern-looking Dutch guy boarded, forever cuddling without allowing any breathingspace in between them. Yeah, that much in lust ...oops... love. First destination was definitely a crowd favorite: the Big Lagoon.
What is truly remarkable about El Nido's Bacuit Bay are the sprawl of little islands composed of huge limestone rock formations.
Cliffs, Boat, and Lovebirds
The steep cliffs that are formed are dramatically dazzling in detail where within the tucks of those huge rocks are small private beaches blessed with powdery-fine white sand. The ocean currents are tame around here so the boatride was really an enjoyable viewing experience to appreciate the scenic beauty of this one-of-a-kind place. Plus we were already drinking San Migs. We anchored amidst a tally of other tourist boats to snorkel around and witness how the other tourists are literally destroying the local corallife by standing on them. The purpose of snorkeling is to swim, but I had seen more tourists using life-preservers to snorkel than those who didnt, so I assumed they didnt know how to swim, which to this day astounds me. How could you not know how to swim? What is there to know? How can you not know about the body's buoyancy? Don't we all know Archimedes' Principle? Guess not, because seeing people snorkel with life preservers in a big group all holding hands is one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen.
Oh well. So we swam out a little farther out into a smaller lagoon which was cool cuz we had to sorta go underwater thru an opening to get to this isolated part of the lagoon. There it went further until we got into a cave to reflect with the rest of the folks on how beautifully tranquil this place is, then headed back towards the boat. The lagoon really was very nice. the water is turquoise-green and the isolation created by the encapsulating rocks makes this place feel special, as in "untouched", if it werent for those lousy tourists destroying those corals.
Lunchtime was had at a nice lonely cove which was the perfect setting for the romantic two-some Pink Pinay and the Middle Eastern-looking Dutch guy. Again, I forgot their names by now, so i call them how I remember them. Incidentally she was wearing black bootyshorts with white lettering spelling out "Pink" which wasn't hard to forget while he was a Middle Eastern-looking Dutch guy. Boatman Albert and his buddy went straight to work on a BBQ while BK and I went "exploring" the island, which was only about a 30 feet-long beach.
Fat hairy middle-eastern Dutch guy tries to impress his lady but embarrasses himself
So the exploring lasted only about 2 minutes. What we did see is that someone actually lives in a small hut behind the beach towards the rocks. I found out this guy is the island's steward, an unimaginably lonely job, while he is also the go-to guy for harvesting birds' nest to sell to the Chinese. Birds' nest is a very expensive commodity in the world market for use in a Chinese delicacy Birds' Nest Soup, a dish for the wealthy and prosperous. Or for just those willing to spend 100 bucks for a bowl of saliva soup believed to raise a person's libido (read:make you so horny). I tried to get the guy to grab me a kilo of the stuff, which I later found out can cost as much up to $2000 p kilo, only for the sheer excitement to see the guy risk his life climbing up these scissorsharp rocks with no rappeling gear to get back down. He refused, probably because I don't look Chinese and I only offered him to get me $10 worth of the stuff.
After meeting this loner guy, I really got in-tune with my own island "survivor instinct", having watched several seasons of the US show "Survivor". I decided to catch us some seafood lunch, while chicken and pork were already on the grill. Catching fish with a bamboostick is impossible but I did catch an already dead jellyfish. Proudly brought it back to Albert and basked in my glory to provide for us survivors. Noone wanted to eat it except for BK and me. A little salty, but it wasnt bad.
A couple more snorkeling sessions at some other places, which we identified as decent places to dive since this place was a sloping coral garden, then back on the boat to gather ourselves and have dinner. Life cannot get better than this kind of lifestyle. I mean seriously. So we get back, get cleaned up, and have a nice dinner at the beach again then cracked open the Red Horse and ordered a couple of shooters. Ran into the couple again and we all went to party together at some nightclub/disco place (forgot the name, but it's the only one in town) where they played ear-deafening loud dance music.
Beautiful Bacuit Bay.
It wasn't house or even trance. It was some sort of generic dance music played full-blast on a set of speakers with (I'm sure) the bass and treble all the way up causing a tremendous high-frequency surge of bone-splitting noise. I mean so loud that you can't even hear yourself think. So by screaming into eachother's ears, we collectively agreed on ordering a bottle.
We had some dives set up early for the next day, with thanks to our Korean resort-owner who I mentioned just loves to arrange things for you. This wasn't our first song-and-dance. There's been many times we drank heavy before the dives. This was no problem.