|Badjao kid in the pier|
The cabin smelled like yesterday’s lunch. Sour with a hint of tuba. I stood up to stretch my leg and the smell of ammonia and white flower wafted from the first row seats. The two ladies across my seat looked pale with their barf bags laid on the wet floor. The cranking aircon didn’t help by letting a sour, salty and rusty smell that filled the air.
|the skull and the inverted crucifix|
|St. Rita de Cascia|
|my photos got lost. photos i lifted from this source|
|the blogger having a down time at Villa Marmarine Resort|
|to complete the experience, we ordered black pasta in Villa Marmarine restaurant. photo source|
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