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Philippines 2003

 

 

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Bong with his son Joshua. In the background, you can see the Taal Lake with its volcano. This little thing is, in fact, still active!
 

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One of the countless sales stands in Tagaytay,
where bonsai plants are for sale.

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The driving instructor, or Papa, giving instructions?

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They are really proud of their load. After all,
everything is still there.

Emergency stop after a risky manoeuvre.
 

 

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A close look at the handicraft artists at work.

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Woodcarvings on the roadside on the way to Baguio.

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Baguio is hidden behind these hills, a town that,
amazingly,continues to breathe despite
traffic chaos and air pollution.

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School’s out! So let’s enjoy ourselves as quick as we can!

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It may seem harmless enough,
but the exhaust gases are almost unbearable
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Here’s the place to find some peace.
In the Chinese Cemetery in Manila.

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Round trip with an outrigger boat from the fishing village of Lucap to the “Hundred Islands”.
 

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Sand beaches are rather rare, and only bushes grow on the limestone islands, which are of varying sizes.
There’s no point in going diving here, thanks to the work of the dynamite anglers!
 

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Bounty Beach, Malapascua.

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Sunset on the Bounty Beach.

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New visitors landing at Malapascua.

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A view of Guinbitayan.

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A bit of advertising always helps.

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In the Cocobana Restaurant.

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View from the terrace of my cottage

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Boat builders at work.

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A good catch! Raymondo weighs and divides up the haul.
 

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Back to Maya, and a wonderful greeting with a super sound.

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And a few villages further.
Are we back in Sinulog, or did we ever leave it?

 

Copyright by Eduard Stirnimann