The driver must've been surprised when he picked us up at the airport. There he was, holding a sign for Farina Zafra, then sees this short person flanked by NINE GERMANS.The place we stayed in at Puerto Princesa was nice enough. Lots of food places but on the first night there, unarmed with the necessary tourist information, we settled for dinner at Shakey's. We had asked for directions to a Vietnamese restaurant place and I don't know whether the guy at the Puerto Pension didn't know squat or whether he was just really bad at giving directions, but we found ourselves in the streets of Puerto Princesa, hungry and nowhere near a Vietnamese place. So after walking several blocks, dinner became pizza.
That was March 23. Which also happened to be a Tuesday. Hence, TV Tuesday: Palawan Edition. 
(Which was 9 of us struggling to watch Big Bang Theory on Karsten's tiny ass netbook.)
(Which was 9 of us struggling to watch Big Bang Theory on Karsten's tiny ass netbook.)The next day was reserved for the Sabang Underground River Tour. Yet another van ride but it wasn't too bad. We were split into two groups since they didn't have boats that could accommodate 11 people. (Is it just me or is that odd number 11 really annoying? I am the 11th person. 11th wheel. Odd man out. Meh...)
I've never been in any underground rivers before but as far as candidates for the Seven Wonders Of The World go, the Sabang
Underground River was pretty cool. And the boatmen seemed to know what they were doing despite the total darkness. Although, there is something to be said about the weird stone structures inside the cave thing. Like Dennise said, it was all about the power of suggestion. If the boatman had said that the slab of rock to the right looked like a leprechaun with daisies in his hair, we would probably have imagined that as well. There was one that apparently looked like a bear attacking a cat. Why a bear would attack a cat is beyond me.
Underground River was pretty cool. And the boatmen seemed to know what they were doing despite the total darkness. Although, there is something to be said about the weird stone structures inside the cave thing. Like Dennise said, it was all about the power of suggestion. If the boatman had said that the slab of rock to the right looked like a leprechaun with daisies in his hair, we would probably have imagined that as well. There was one that apparently looked like a bear attacking a cat. Why a bear would attack a cat is beyond me.Anyway, on the way back to Puerto Princesa, we stopped by a mangrove forest and took the boat tour. Maybe it was the total silence or maybe mangroves are just plain boring, but I was drifting in and out of sleep. After the tour, Dennise wanted to go take a swim. I was in the middle of taking my shirt off (I had a bathing suit underneath, okay?) when Dennise just shrieks, "JELLYFISH! I am not swimming in there with those fucking jellyfish!"
Okaaaay. Shirt back on. Sat back on the bench. After a few minutes...
"Far, that jellyfish is already dead, right?""Mm-hm.""I want to go poke the dead jellyfish.""Why?""I just want to."
Then, she proceeds to take a stick, hands it over to me, then says,
"Far, poke the jellyfish."
Our friendship knows no bounds.
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