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I spent 10 fantastic days there! For those who want more comfort, there is also Casa de la Playa on the same beach, more expensive but more chic.
Here I am now on the island of Negrosafter a stormy crossing in the true sense of the word. The weather, so beautiful so far, has since last night turned gray, rainy and windy.
In the boat, this morning, there was among the passengers an old gentleman on a drip, lying in a stretcher stuck in the middle of the aisle between the seats, laid there by the local ambulance ... The 45-minute dance of the little ferry in the waves and gusts of wind that shook us on both sides must have been torture for him.
As always, when you take a ferry ticket, you are asked to fill out a small form, in duplicate, with name, age and nationality. A list of passengers, supposedly for statistics. Mmm ... Rather, if the boat would join other wrecks between two islands, in my opinion.
I am now at Dumaguete, on the east coast of Negros, or more exactly Dauin, a few kilometers south of Dumaguete, on a black volcanic sand beach. I have not seen much of the area yet, but for the tourist atmosphere, on the small end of the beach that I traveled, it is very German-speaking, very "Resort fully booked" and very Bubble factory... but I'll talk to you later. 😉
Ultimate dives in Siquijor
I finished my stay at Siquijor by two memorable experiences: an underwater encounter on Saturday with the famous mandarin fish promised by Neal, the divemaster of Kiwi Dive; and cockfights, favorite sport of Filipinos on Sunday (with Mass and karaoke). But I will come back and tell you about the incredible cockpit in more detail in a day or two, thanks to a better internet connection that I have tonight ...
Saturday afternoon so, despite a nasty ear otitis in the right ear and a computer in the harbor (suddenly, Neal lent me his), I went diving. Well yes, it's not every day that we have the chance to admire mandarin fish ...
The ear went downhill, without much harm, with some hisses and squeaks, it is at the rise and once out of the water that I understood my pain ... Good. I have the drops to heal all that well and I do not intend to dive back before the day after tomorrow: what is three full days dry, it should be almost cured by here. It's almost back to normal today. Already, in Leyte, the first week, the left ear had made hers, but in two days it was back to normal. In short, let's close the parenthesis "bobos dive".
We made the "House-reef" from Sandugan Beach, a pretty reef I had not explored yet. The charming little mandarins so coveted were at the rendezvous, hidden under the coral.
Lively, stealthy, they are cute full with their small square head and fins-fans, but not easy to photograph. Especially when one finds oneself to make small yoyos with a recalcitrant ear from one end to the other of a pile of coral that one does not want to strike with the palms ...