The offering includes a ruptured spleen, swollen joints, and a partially collapsed lung, all from the bus marathon just heading to Maya Port, then another half hour or so to reach the main island of Malapascua – the Valhalla.
No goggles required to marvel at Poseidon’s exhibitionism. It is fucking magnificent, you totally forget everything you have to complain about how remote it is.
But naturally, I go hard at snorkeling too, because I need to practice as much as I can, if I am ever going to scuba dive. Hours upon hours on the beach. The rich underwater life is utterly fascinating. I won’t be surprised if i find Aquaman among the reefs here. It is that kind of place.
Hundreds of starfishes, in all sorts of colors and sizes, I must have seen. Fishes, big and small, schools that appear as if they are flower blooms, colonies of sea urchins, and a goddamn sea snake to boot.
Holy hell, I may be burnt to a crisp now, but it is motherfucking worth it.