Busuanga Blog, Day 3 (of 3) ((Revised))

He took his T-shirt caption (GIVE ME A BREAK) seriously.

Sunday, June 26, 2011: Half our day was spent at the local hospital as Richard needed to be treated for his allergies, w/c were exacerbated from all the booze, possibly the water source from the shower (not like we had a CSI kit to verify this) and his inability to stop scratching himself all throughout last night.  We killed the hours waiting for the doctor to show up (he didn't) w/ catnaps and, in the case of Enz, watching Game of Thrones on her iTouch.  Eventually we just left after a nurse shot Richard w/ I believe was steroids, but I can't be too sure as he wasn't going to be lifting any heavy weights aside from our luggage in the near future.

I love my pretend job.

Our last two island hop-stops of Malcapuya and Banana were mostly spent by me living out my Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue photographer fantasies (as none existed before).  It helps to have cooperative subjects pose for you (yet retain their prudishness by requesting I not post any of these pix on Facebook). My favorite moments are when the subject is in a candid, casual pose and I ask her to hold said pose while I grab my camera to capture this happy non-accident.  Staged poses can work, too, but oftentimes better in my head than in reality.  (Note to self: Bikinis and shoes don't always go together.)  And on Banana Island we spent as much time ogling other bikini-clad women and trying to determine how much of a posing-pro they were by the way they nonchalantly let us ogle them w/o turning away in disgust.

Overall the island-hopping was nothing to blog about, no different from the last time I did it in Puerto Princesa.  This is where having the right company is key, as they'll make all the difference.  This time we had definitely had more beer, almost as if it was necessary prop in our group shots.