Three days later (that is, three days, four tourists, one cave, one old church, one river cruise, a few hills, eight tarsiers and several cocktails later), on our last day, just as I was walking back to the hotel room to pack and head to the airport, I saw it: my paperclip in Bohol... white, happily lost, lounging around by the poolside.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
As White as the White Sands of Panglao Island
I spent the last three days with friends in Bohol, the tenth largest island in the Philippines and a one-hour plane ride from Manila. It crossed my mind but I brushed it aside: I wonder if I'll see a paperclip here in Bohol? Naaaaah... What are the chances?
Three days later (that is, three days, four tourists, one cave, one old church, one river cruise, a few hills, eight tarsiers and several cocktails later), on our last day, just as I was walking back to the hotel room to pack and head to the airport, I saw it: my paperclip in Bohol... white, happily lost, lounging around by the poolside.
Three days later (that is, three days, four tourists, one cave, one old church, one river cruise, a few hills, eight tarsiers and several cocktails later), on our last day, just as I was walking back to the hotel room to pack and head to the airport, I saw it: my paperclip in Bohol... white, happily lost, lounging around by the poolside.
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