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Island Hopping in El Nido - No Thanks!

El Nido is the jumping off point to go island hopping out to breathtaking Bacuit Archipelago, a cluster of about 50 protected islands with towering limestone cliffs, crystal blue water, pristine white sand beaches, and enchanting lagoons.

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Dude! Wash your feet before flying

Our travels to and around the Philippines have been comedic and unique. Today, we traveled a half day from El Nido to Siquijor. Emerson picked us up right on time at 6:30am in his blue and red psychedelic trike. We traversed 7km of bumpy roads and hills that nearly stalled us. I visualized needing to hop out and walk along side the sputtering trike, but we made it.

The cute and semi-upscale airport is owned and operated by the only airline serving it, Air Swift. While waiting to board they offered us free coffee, tea, and sweet rice treats. Nick and I got preferential treatment and were instructed to board first.

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Outside, we walked down a red carpet-like lane to our aircraft and boarded from the rear. Inside, the attendants were very hands-on, giving us instruction even with the most menial of tasks. Things were running smoothly. I got settled in for a short, comfy flight.

Then the tall, dirty-blonde European guy with a tusk for a nose took his seat behind me. Within seconds I was gagging on his putrid foot odor. His well-worn Teva’s smelled like they were dipped in week-old fish guts and kept moist for added kick. I switched to mouth breathing and tried to relax.

About 30 minutes into our 75 minute flight, through my heavy duty ear plugs, I could hear him loudly slurping the last few sips of a drink through a straw. He did this several times before Nick glanced back to find that he didn’t have a drink in his hand after all. He was heaving violently into a barf bag.

The unforgettable odors of fish gut soaked feet blended with the rotten stomach acids and together they swirled all around my seat. I began to feel ill myself and spent the next 15 minutes uncomfortably leaning forward, barely breathing through a scarf pushed against my face, meditating on something more pleasurable like having the Novocain wear off during a root canal.

Turns out that was 15 minutes spent needlessly suffering. I abandoned Nick and moved to an open seat three rows up and recovered for the remaining 10 minutes of our flight.

I briefly saw him while retrieving our bags and took one last glance at those nasty sandals. Dude, wash your feet before flying!

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Surprises en route from L.A. to the Philippines

Travel usually runs smoothly for me and Nick, so much so that I’ve come to expect it. So I guess it was about time to have a memorable trip full of blunders and fuckery.

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