Tues 6th Jan
After today's transport shenanigans, I feel like that Oleta Adams (was it her?) song; "you can reach me by railway, cross a bridge and open road..."
I'm a little exhausted as we've had a lonnngggg day of travelling and its late but we finally made it to Siquijor and it is gorgeous here. It helps that the resort we are in is simply stunning but wow all the same.
Call me a sad transport geek but in order of transport mode used today: speedboat, minibus, aeroplane, on foot (around the airport), another aeroplane, minivan taxi, ferry boat and then another minivan taxi. I actually felt motion sickness on the ferry along with some of the other passengers but luckily I didn't actually up chuck!!
Anyway, my cold has now moved to my throat so I sound like Barry White (heyyy baby!) but being sick in Siquijor right now isn't so bad as I think it's going to be great here!
Siquijor pronounced See-kee-hor or just 'sicky whore' - no laughing at the back! This is never going to stop being funny. By Vanessa age 12.
No comments:
Post a Comment