We first made it to Coron in 1995, egged on by Bebot who was on friendly terms with a Northern Palawan resident named Robie. The guy couldn't make it with us. Anyway, we rode on a small slowww boat that took its sweetest time. On board, we throttled boredom by painting ourselves (James, thank you for the lipstick), thereby providing a source of great amusement for other passengers too. 

We commandeered Robie's boat Thumper to bring us to Calauit and this was how we were:

 

Three witches
The Calauit Outdoor Cooking Club sweat it out after sundown to come up with their famous ... risotto ... as in rice.
That's Maia doing her best Brother Eddie Villanueva  imitation. Note the fervently tight closure of the yes.  I thought the fish multiplied to accomodate her appetite.    Amen!
When I grow up, I wanna be like you.  Long neck, long-limbs, and a little bit horny.

Wild!

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