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These are the digs.  We were in a duplex house, hut looking on the outside (straw on the roof, etc) but hard walls.  Air conditioned, mini-fridge, the beds are small doubles.  Upstairs the same deal (2nd pic), less the fridge. Balcony out back, with stairs leading right into the water, as the buffalo is demonstrating in picture three.  All manner of small and colorful fish gathered at the base, especially when tossed bread crumbs, something the kitchen staff were all too willing to provide.  Pamela even saw a small black tip shark cruise by. Bonus points for the huts on our side facing the sunset!  Lost bonus points because it was overcast and socked in both days we were there, no sunsets.  Opening and scrolling the last picture will give a side to side view from our deck.  The little digital camera does alright, and I've since learned there's a setting that makes linking together pictures into one long mural very easy, and eliminates the jagged edge problem found on the right side of the one here.  I've got a picture of Subic Bay for Dad made with that setting, should be much better.
Here's Pamela, she's spotted a large water gazelle just below our deck.  They tend to be graceful and quite, it's a real treat to see one this close.  I've heard that sometimes you can feed them an open cold beer, but only if you keep quiet, and hold the beer on your palm with it outstretched, very flat and still.  Tracking it tired Pam out.  It was VERY nice on the deck, as Pam is demonstrating here.
Out snorkeling.  We picked up a couple of kayaks and snorkeling gear, and took off around the island.  There was a nice rock out in the bay, with open roughish ocean on the far side. "Just stay in the bay, and don't go around the back to the caves, it's too rough right now" were our only instructions.  There are caves with bats on the backside, and they'll take you inside if the water isn't too rough.  But it faces open ocean and can get pretty battered.  They give you a life vest to make it easier to float, but you can take it off if you want, for short distance dives.  I can't do that yet, I'd swallow water in the tube and choke.  I did that once trying to look underneath and behind me, forgetting that move placed my tube end under water.  Salt water doesn't taste very good, especially when it bypasses the mouth and heads straight for the lungs!

They breed rabbits there, not sure what for.  But we quickly discovered the entire island was stocked with the critters.  They would hop all over the place, under the dinner tables during dinner, across the paths, etc.  And very tame, though this one was going to take Liz's finger off if she got any closer.  Grrrrr!

Oh, that last picture is of my split pants.  Twenty minutes into a new pair of board shorts, straddled the boat, and RRRIIIIIIIPPP!   But we were already out to sea.  Liz kept telling me to try them on before buying them, but I was too busy not asking for a map to listen.  Fortunately they came with internal steel reinforced mesh kevlar netting, Huuhh!

At dinner, really nice spot.  The staff took a liking to us, they seated us at the edge of the small dining area, closest to the pool and view of the bay.  At least that's how I read it.  It was an open air room, just a roof.  Nice room, the only walls were around the kitchen area.  Didn't need any walls since the temperature means no heating required.   One of them took the picture, probably Randy.  He was always around, at one point I asked him when he slept.  The card shot represents our view, we basically got the same table for every meal.  Except the last meal of the last day, when they took the three of us over to the secluded beach for wine, appetizers, and guitar serenades.  I'm not sure what Liz is thinking of, but I liked this shot, and in the large version you can see a line of single room huts in the distance.  This is the inner bay area, and that earlier picture of Pam with her snorkel tube in the water was taken over by the end of those huts.

The last couple were some nice folks on the same boat ride with us.  This was over to another island for excellent corals, but very few small fish.  Most of the fish here were killed by dynamite or cyanide fishing.  The dynamite outright kills, making it easier to collect the fish for food.   The cyanide is for collecting them for sale to pet shops.  Something like 70 percent of all tropical fish in stores in America come from the Philippines. They become paralyzed, and easy to collect.  About half die, but the rest survive.  Unfortunately, the cyanide kills the coral too, and they don't grow back so easily.  The good news is that the Club Noah resort does a lot of protection work, and has managed to help get big slices of the coast line around there declared as safe zones.  Don't know how well it's respected by the local fishing folks, but it's a start.

A couple good shots of Pam, especially the middle one after enjoying some 15 year old scotch we brought along. The last is a shot from the hill side overlooking the main beach and bay. They built a little bar exactly 109 crooked steps up into the "jungle".  But there was never a bar tender there.  The walk was nice!
Some sun on the water sunsets, the only ones happening during our stay. Those are for Martel, who likes the sun reflecting off the water!

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