I drifted into consciousness to the familiar hum of a plane preparing for descent. Heather and I were in the midst of a twenty-seven hour transit marathon from Sagada that would involve a bus, another bus, a cab, a flight, a trike, a minibus, and another final trike ride. This flight, which turned a twelve-hour bus…

After a day of snorkeling and beach hopping we were ready to spend the day on a boat, jump in the water and maybe get lucky and see a whale shark. The girls came along to snorkel and get a feel for the diving to see if they were going to “take the plunge” and give…