Sorry Mum's we just telling it how it is

Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
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Trip End Feb 26, 2011


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Rose Resort

Flag of Philippines  , Palawan,
Friday, May 28, 2010

We got a bit of a lie in but realised that we really should be getting a move on as we needed money and supplies before our flight to Palawan. We went for a walk up General Maxilom Street to the cashpoint and to the supermarket.  We decided to get a little more cash out than we probably should as we had read in the Rough Guide that there were only ATM's in Puerto Princesa on Palawan and ducked in to the supermarket to get some more sun cream, conditioner and razors just in case there was a serious lack of these there too.  On the way back we grabbed a Jollybees breakfast as we had been to Cebu and Manila airports before and were not impressed by their choice of food outlets and got a taxi to the airport (I nearly got knocked down on the very busy road outside the hostel but survived).

The airport security was top class with the vigorous search of Andrew being a hand placed on his hip followed by a nod and "move on". The flight was again a little bouncy and we are getting convinced that the Cebu Pacific pilots only need 5 GCSE’s grade A-C and then they are given the controls and a help line in case they can’t figure it out.

The four hour wait in Manila was made far less painful by the free WIFI in which we managed to again significantly change our plans and for only a small fee are now flying to Ho Chi Minh in Vietnam rather than Kuala Lumpur. This change also bought us another four days in the Philippines as we just can’t bring ourselves to leave. The pressure to stay here is great but our visa expires soon so we could only get another four days or so.

The descent into Puerto Princesa was amazing with the crystal clear waters and small coved beaches clearly visible from the air. I think this pilot scraped into the Pilot Scheme with three GCSE’s as I thought we were dead three or four times.

The airport was so cute with one baggage claim belt and two guys carrying the bags and putting them on the belt.  It really feels like you have arrived in Hawaii or somewhere, but with very few white tourists. The only fellow white tourists with us were accompanied by their 'rented’ girlfriends.  Thinking little of it at the time we were to find out a little more about this subject later in the evening.

Our free airport pick up was there when we arrived but she seemed highly confused about where to go or how to get there so we ended up three of us on a tricycle with all our luggage. (Our hotel was only costing 3 pounds per night each so free pick up is a great deal).

We arrive at the ‘House of Rose’ in about 5 minutes and the rain caught up with us from Manila. A nice open bar area and a Kiwi called Andy met us who owned the place. Our dorm was empty so we had the whole room to ourselves. It was very hot and humid and this just didn’t change throughout the night. The bar area was decorated with flags from New Zealand, Australia, Scotland and strangely there were a couple of Liverpool Football Club scarves draped along the wall.  We asked about them obviously and Andy told us that Rose had found them in a charity bag sent from England to the Philippines, nobody wanted them so they were sold for 5 Peso each – Ha that figures!!!

Anyway we went back to the bar with no background music and no TV or other form of background noise and grabbed a beer.  You just couldn’t help but listen to the conversation from the 60 odd year old men on the next table.  They were accompanied by a much younger Filipino lady.  Essentially one of the men asked the owner if any of the staff would be ‘up for it’ he of course said yes one of them would be he would just have to ask. The conversation mainly focused around sex, golden showers, erections and condoms which at first we found quite funny.  We just sat in silence kicking each other under the table looking like we had absolutely nothing to say to each other when really we were engrossed and grossed out by their conversation.

Then one of the men asked one of the waitresses quite directly “Is you’re pussy available”, she responded “no unfortunately it is ill” and surprise surprise there was no sign of a feline anywhere to be seen.  A 70 year old Aussie appeared next with a Filipino girl in her early 20’s. The rest of the chaps then started to jeer him asking were his wife was and was this his daughter.  They then went on to discuss in detail her merits (which she could understand every word of) and if she would “ride him to death”, along with “make sure you get your moneys worth” etc.

The conversation did not stop there when questioned one of the hired friends described her job as ‘a bum girl’ when asked what this entailed she replied “making the most of what I have”. In the end we were pulled into the conversation as we could not sit silent in a quiet room for anymore than two hours. After a few Rhums too many perhaps I started to probe more into the industry and I got some quite frank responses “If they don’t f*ck they don’t eat”, a response perhaps that may have generated more thought or debate if worded slightly differently.

Despite the conversation we decided to book in for another night and I was sent to enquire about vacancies, I hadn’t thought too much about it and wandered over to the bar and asked the waitress (bear in mind that we had been told this was a very quiet night and it may be full tomorrow), “are you busy tomorrow night?”, my very innocent question was responded to with “who me, no I am not busy”, I think I turned bright red and wished I could disappear on the spot. I very loudly had to back track and make clear my intentions so the whole bar could hear.  I told Erica and she nearly wee’d in her underpants.

Erica Edit:  We are still in two minds as to whether this place is a knocking shop or just a bit of a seedy guest house.  We have only decided to stay another night as we are told that there are 20 odd new people arriving tomorrow so are hoping that it will totally change the dynamic of the place.  Unless of course it is a party of swingers, god help us.  The place was on hostel world and there was another backpacker here who went to bed early ALONE whether to just escape the crude conversation I don’t know but I was appauled by it all, these men are old enough to be our Grandads, YUCK!!!

We went to the room to sweat out a few more pounds as we found the temperature in the room still in the 30’s and the fan wasn’t great, not a great night’s sleep.  Erica Edit:  We double locked the door too.
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