A briefing on the travel:
I left New York's Kennedy airport at 1 :45am arriving in Hong Kong a little over 14 hours later. The man sitting next to me on the flight was from Pennsylvania and on his way to find a wife in the Philippines. As far as I can tell the Philippines' top two exports are semi-conductor metals and wives. Anyhow, I watched the sun rise over hazy Hong Kong and then left for Manila, Philippines. From there it was out into the city to catch a bus to the domestic terminal and a flight to the Island of Busuanga. From there it was another bus to Coron and two nights spent in a PADI Dive hotel on the water, complete with good food and brew.
On first impressions, I've never seen such dramatic coastlines. I took a boat out and went snorkeling, explored the beaches and checked out the fish market. Limestone cliffs giving way to perfect beaches. Lagoons and estuaries with crystal water. And warm water, salty and calm. Often I can't see the horizon for all the islands. Over 7,100 in the country and 1,700 in the western archipelago where I'm located.
After a short recovery in Coron it was another bus to Salvacion, where the field station is located. The bus was scheduled to leave at 10:00 am, it didn't show until an hour later and left around 2:30. I was sitting off the back between someone's legs with all my gear on the roof and my rods in hand. Just over half way the engine erupted and steam and the already compromised radiator had fallen to pieces. It had previously been jerry rigged with a water delivery system from the roof of the bus and constantly drained water out the bottom. Three hours later another bus arrived to take us to Salvacion, with the first bus in tow. The rest of the trip was slow and we stopped every five minutes or so for this or that. Eventually we arrived at 12:30 am.