The scenery on Panglao Island seems untouched from yesterday and last night's storm; there was no flooding, no downed trees, and the nipa homes were intact. Mommy made this observation while we drove the 15 miles to Tagbilaran City in Bohol via tricycle (motorbike with side care) this morning.
The sign below confirms that cockfighting exists in the Philippines. When I asked the driver about the sign, he excitedly said, "Yes, we bet on it. We attach a knife to their leg and they fight until one dies." Mommy added, "My father used to gamble on cockfighting." I can't withhold judgement here: Cockfighting is cruel and disrespects the animals that feed us and is a stain on Philippine culture. Mommy says the killed rooster is still cooked and eaten. Does that make me feel better?
Especially since I so enjoy lechon! At the BQ shopping center in Tagbilaran, we bought lechon manok. Manok is chicken and lechon means roast. The butcher here is cutting up a lechon pig. Three caucasian women walked by with a small look of shock and disgust at the butchering. I don't think they did it intentionally, but I was offended. Perhaps I'm beginning to identify with my filipino culture? Just as well, how many times have I unknowingly offended the locals so far during this trip?
The ferries started again this afternoon, allowing us to leave for Cebu this evening then take a flight to Palawan tomorrow morning. We're very fortunate that the storm impacted us in a such minor way: only one day delay on our trip and having to stay indoors for 24 hours. Mommy said this happened for a reason; I'm still figuring that out.
Here are slide shows from our time in Bohol. The first one shows our resort at Alona Beach on Panglao Island and the guided tour of Bohol. The second one shows photos from my morning of island hopping and snorkeling.
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