Our whistle stop tour of the Philippines continues, as we sail east, this time leaving Palawan and making our way to Panay and the northern island tip of Boracay. A beautiful small island that has been completely swallowed up by tourism on steroids. A place that receives 1 million visitors per year and where you can go parasailing, sailing on a small bamboo trimaran, roll down a hill in an inflatable ball or just blitz yourself at the hundred plus beach bars that compete with each others sound system for the loudest venue.
We decided to come to Boracay to wait as typhoon Neoguri blasted its way west, some 200nm north of the Philippines. While we were well out of its path, we certainly experienced heightened monsoon winds and rain, 30kt squalls and sheets of falling rain battered the boat for the best part of 3 days. While I had a cold, I hunkered below as any trip ashore was quite an unattractive option given the big winds and chop that they developed over the sea. On day 3 the sun peeked its head out and we hung out everything to dry and stretched our arms and blinked in the light, deciding to take the dingy on the long expedition to shore. When we arrived there all we found was street after street flooded as we waded through, up to our shins in water. Business and shop owners were vainly pushing water from their premises to the street. Many shops were built at a lower level than the street, so it was a circular process of flood management. We learned later that these types of rains are not uncommon in the wet season, and this flooding happens every week for 5 months of the year. With the low season still seeing thousands of tourists visiting Boracay each week, there was little down time to manage any large infrastructure projects and the governing council did not have the political will to make it happen. Such is the case with so many desperately needed projects in the Philippines, whether it is tax syphoning, lack of political stamina or outright corruption, minor and necessary projects just do not get done. In addition to the flooding, the other obvious issue with the weather (the southwest monsoonal wind and breaking shore) was the erection of 4m high plastic walls on the west facing side of the island by restaurant owners to try and protect their attractiveness with high winds buffeting them for the next 5 months. Instead of sending patrons scurrying for cover when gusts blow bullets of sand into their eyes (and more importantly their cocktails), patrons wander around behind the huge screens looking more like zoo animals. It was a bizarre experience.
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| Hugh, the prolific Boracay zoo tourist |
With glee we left Boracay and headed south to visit the towns of New Washington and Kalibo managing to sail for half the day with the light winds puffing out about lunchtime. We had been traveling with Will and Trish off SV Shanghaied and we had also befriended an English sailor Andy on his boat SV Shah who had been doddling his way around the Philippines for three years. Andy was playing the role of tour guide for us, and introduced us to his Filipina friend Megs who worked for a charity group that raised funds for cleft palate surgery for Filipino children. She provided some really interesting insight into the challenges that she faces being the logistics manager for that organisation and we had long discussions about the current state of the country. After lunch with Megs and a tour of a mangrove sanctuary we took the long tricycle ride into Kalibo and visited the enormous fresh market. The museum had some interesting facts about how the island of Panay had been settled by Malaysians from Sabah and the anniversary of that arrival in the Philippines is marked with a huge fiesta in January (shame we missed that one!). The center of town was crowded with tricycles and was a busy connection point for people getting off planes and catching the boat to Boracay.
Following the wind we kept on sailing (more like motoring) around Panay and stopping in at the picturesque island of Bantayan, where we anchored just a short 3nm dingy ride from the tourist town of Santa Fe.
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| The sun was beating down and showing off all the gorgeous colours of Santa Fe when we arrived. |
We wandered around town, surveying the damage that typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan) had caused in November 2013. A number of businesses were closed (never to reopen) but others had new roofs and walls. The local churches had new roofs or were undergoing complete and detailed renovation. The locals told us that the streets were comparatively bare to this time last year, as many trees were uprooted or their foliage shredded in the storm. After hiring bikes and making our way across the other side of the island we got to see that the inland part was dedicated to agriculture and chicken farming. Along the way we could see the flattened landscape and we visited several communities that were undergoing repair work and were adorned with UNHCR tents and tarpaulins. The locals had a stoic attitude about it all, every year some part of the Philippines is devastated by a natural disaster, it just depends on the location whether the same place will be damaged again. The Filipinos just pick themselves up, dust off and get back to it, such a resilient race amidst such gloom! We also visited a social housing project funded by a mainly European charity – Gawad Kalinga (GK), where dozens of houses were being built in an effort to alleviate poverty for Filipinos. The design was reminiscent of my social housing days and we all talked about how they would fare over time and whether they would become ghettos. Whatever the opinions, the people had a roof over their head and the housing development also included a farming component, so that the residents had something to do and also a way to make money/ feed their families. The most positive aspects of the development were the piped sewer and neat (and safe looking) electricity. The GK employees also talked about the education and training program that they put the budding residents through so that they understood their obligations and responsibilities in the village and home ownership and their contribution of 300 hours sweat equity.
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| Social housing development which had suffered damage from Yolanda, proud homeowners give us a tour of their village |
Continuing our cross-island odyssey, directly west we found the town of Bantayan a working port with an enormous fresh market (with shredded corrugated iron roofing) still bustling at 7pm on a Sunday night. After having a refreshing beer and watching the sunset, we made our way back across the island to Santa Fe. Upon arrival we found that our dingys were stranded as the spring low tide had exposed the rocky beach for hundreds of meters, we figure 2 hours ought to do it and went to find some dinner. The dingy trip home was not as pleasant as the ride in, as we were battling a rain squall with water bullets stinging our eyes as we searched for protruding reefs that would bring us unstuck. But we made it back, and of course upon arrival at our yachts, the rain stopped and the moon shone through.
The following day we upped the anchor and to our surprise there was wind! Out comes all the canvas and we are off, making our way around the island of Cebu. There was a tropical storm on the brink of becoming a typhoon that was predicted to track west into the Philippines, so we were keen to find a cyclone hole to put the boat while it passed over. As the day wore on, we realized that we would be parting company with our friends as we made the overnight journey to Surigao, 140nm south and east. We popped the kite and were going along nicely with a light wind of 5-8kts with no seas. We gybed a few times and made our way through the Cebu shipping channel when a squall developed right behind us, as Hugh was struggling to pull the sock down to smother the kite, a 35kt gust ripped through and blasted the kite, shredding it horizontally into two pieces (but leaving Hugh on the boat thankfully). Oh dear. The boat had stopped moving and the pieces of the kite were being retrieved, the squall and its sudden downpour moved off, THANKS! This was not what we were hoping for as we would likely need our spinnaker for the 5 day leg to Palau. Conferences with our friends on the VHF and Andy the tour guide advised us of a great sail maker in Cebu. A change of course and we were headed south to Port Carmen where we would lick our wounds and take the kite the 1 hour tricycle ride into Cebu (the second largest city in the Philippines) to have repairs done.
At 12:01 am the anchor was down and another day of adventure on the sea was finished. The wind…
15/7/14
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