Not much happening here these days... I am sort of taking a holiday from my travelling. Go to the beach in the morning:


...and 5 hours later leave it:


Every single square centimetre of this sandbank was transformed by sand crabs. It reminded me of a theory how the surface of the Earth might look like when some self-replicating nano machines malfunction:


This is a standard way of disposing of rubbish anywhere in SE Asia. We might not like it - but that's how it is:


They mixed some paint for a boat in this half-a-coconut:

This sand crab had luck finding a dead moth, but the bloody thing does not fit into his front door. When two hours later I left the beach it was still sitting there considering its options:

I did not dare to put it over my neck:


Gossips:


Hotel manager is watering plants in the morning while blue smoke rises everywhere in the neighbourhood from burning stoves (did I mention that electricity here is from 5pm till 11pm?):

Islands

Port Barton from different perspective:


Sunset:


Ran out of cash and realised that there are no ATMs or banks here. Went to the next town (very bad road, 25km), Roxas: two banks and one cash machine, all good only for local cards. Was advised to go to Puerta Princesa (4 hours, one bus daily) but on the way home to Port Barton had luck: a couple from Euro-land had way too much cash on them. Did a trade to mutual satisfaction. My impression about Roxas: one does not want to be there (nor in their clinic):



In front of Port Barton there are many islands, spent a day visiting them, did some snorkelling on coral reefs - as colourful as seen on tv.

Still in Port Barton

Port Barton is is a small place, hotels on a beach side and four dusty streets behind them where locals live.



Went for a walk on unused road which ended up at this private beach, which belongs to a local politician, who used public money to build it. He owns a lot of land in this area.



Children playing on one of those back streets.



Bumped into Lars from Norway again this morning who I met in Puerta Princesa a week earlier, the world is small.

Port Barton

I am between Jacek from Poland and Ron from Israel, rum and coke is being mixed as we speak:


Early morning children on their way to school:


A boy half dreaming:

Puerta Princesa

Arrived to Puerta Princesa, this is how they move about here:


Poor people's side of town:


A church with statues of Holy Mary and Charly Chaplin:


Met a Nowegian guy in his mid thirties travelling the world on his boat. Lars has been on the road already 8 years, we had an interesting conversation sharing our experiences.



Apostofis from Greece works summer time in Greece in travel industry and spends 6 months each year in winter in Philippines.


On the road to Port Barton: