Foggy DC

IMG_5009 This photo I took of a fog-shrouded Washington Monument, seen from Lincoln Memorial, has recently gotten a little more attention by being cited in DCist’s “Weekly Feed: Little Cat Feed Edition.” The photo is part of the Foggy DC photoset, the visual fruit of an unusually warm, moist Washington morning just over a year ago.

As you can see from the archives for that month, I wasn’t posting much at the time, engrossed as I was in getting Jopogo off the ground and seeing to a mile-long list of online and offline chores (many items of which list remain to this day, but here I am, posting more frequently than before, go figure), so I couldn’t really give the fog photos as much attention as I would have liked beyond a cursory pair of thumbs. The DCist mention has reminded me of it, however, so I would invite you to peruse Foggy DC, about a year late, but still worth checking out, if I do say so myself.

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Philippine Vacation 2006 Photo/Video Roundup

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Photosets

DCA-ORD-HKG-MNL

Manila Christmas 2006

Wedding: Raffy and Carla

Club Noah (plus diving photos from my dad and brother)

V-Mall (Virra Mall) 2006

MNL-HKG-ORD-DCA

HKG Airport Prayer Room

Videos

Assorted Travel Clips: Plane Windows and Airport Subway (Includes: View from a United 747-400 window on a transpolar flight, Hong Kong Airport automated people mover subway, and view from Southeast Asian Airlines Let410 UVP-E window on takeoff from Palawan)

Club Noah Sunset Timelapse (Taken from cabaña balcony at 10 second intervals, 5:30PM to 7:00PM)

Virra Mall: After the Renovation

IMG_0193.JPG One thing I failed to do on my previous Christmas visit to the Philippines was follow up on old Virra Mall after its 2005 renovation. This visit, I was able to muster up some time to check out the new “V-Mall,” as it’s now called, (though it’s still “Virra” to me) and take some photos of the new interior — see the V-Mall photoset here. I forgot to print out references from my old Virra Mall photoset, so I still don’t have a perfect “Before/After” series to compare with the renovated V-Mall, but I’ll try and do that next time I’m in the area. For now, here are the closest approximations I could get to show the changes: (click thumbs for full size)

Before After
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Me and Turtle

Turtle and Pau - Club Noah 2006

Here’s me with a moderate sized pawikan, or sea turtle, which we found feeding on sea grass in the sandy shallows as we were wrapping up the Club Noah checkout dive. (Photographed by my brother Francis with his Sea&Sea film camera; he just sent me the scans tonight.)

Club Noah Sunset Time Lapse

Around 5:30PM to 7:00PM, at 10 second intervals, as seen from the balcony of our seaside family cabaña at Club Noah, 1st of January 2007. Lots of clouds, so it wasn’t quite as spectacular as it could have been, but the clouds themselves make some lovely formations.

The Long Trip Back to DC

Manila to Hong Kong

We wake up at 4:30 AM. Today my brother and I are travelling together via Cebu Pacific and United Airlines. He will get off at Chicago O’Hare while I continue onward to DC National.

IMG_0205 We are dropped off at NAIA around 6 AM. Check in at Cebu Pacific counter for first leg of trip connecting in Hong Kong. Cebu Pacific staff willing to check through bags onward to United flight (see the Long Trip to Manila for related troubles with United earlier on), but unwilling to raise baggage allowances above their ludicrous maximum weight of 2 bags totalling 20 kilos. The limitation is bad enough, but even less reasonable is their inability to accept credit cards or US dollars for the overweight penalty. Much wrangling at the counter with intractable Cebu Pacific staff, after which my brother must go to a nearby ATM to withdraw the penalty fee in Philippine pesos. Finally we are checked in and given boarding passes. Passengers checking in right behind us are told that the flight is overbooked and they will either not be able to board this flight, or they must wait for other passengers to give up their seats. Either way, someone is going to be left behind by this plane, with a free travel voucher for compensation.

We are last on the plane, and I am stuck in a seat near the rear, wedged between two passengers. Fortunately the flight is short and the passengers on both sides of my seat, a talky Arab man from Hong Kong and a talky Filipina woman who loves her new Motorola Razr, are friendly.

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Eight hour layover. First things first: breakfast. We go to Cafe de Coral in the HKG Promenade for congee. I have long wanted to try Cafe de Coral because every time I pass through HKG the only customers I see ordering from it are airport workers, flight crew, and Chinese locals, therefore it must be more authentic than other airport fare. The menu, of course, is mostly in Chinese, but we man up, approach the counter, and order shredded pork congee, and roast duck on rice. My brother receives his roast duck, but I receive chicken and century egg congee, and a mystery food item wrapped in fragrant leaves of some sort. This is very exciting. Unwrapping the leaves reveals a meal of roast pork and mushrooms with Chinese sausage in sticky rice. Someone tell me what they call it in Chinese, because I want to order it again. (Update: So it’s called machang. Thanks, Rian!)

I also buy something called a “Cutie Wife Cake,” stuffed with lotus seed paste and green tea filling.

We spend the rest of the day at the Premium Lounge, paying US$40 each for five hours in comfy leather chairs, with a power outlet for our laptops, free wireless, and the option for a two hour nap in a sleeping cubicle or a fifteen minute massage. I get the massage. It hurts.

On the way to our flight later that evening, I stop at the terminal prayer room to get some photos to add to my collection of airport chapels.

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Hong Kong to Chicago

Fourteen hours of mostly sleeping, eating, and reading. We are seated in row 59, which on a 747-400 is two rows forward of the rear, where the fuselage of the plane tapers to such a point that the window seats go only two deep rather than three. This way, my brother and I can sit together, without anyone being seated between two people, and with lots of extra storage and foot space between the seat and the window. These are good seats. I try to watch The Queen, but the section’s movie projector constantly blinks off and back on, which makes viewing intolerable. Flight crew later distribute complaint forms via which one can receive compensatory frequent flyer miles or travel certificates for certain failures of service. The fourteen hours pass rather quickly at some point after the sixth hour. For most of the flight, flight attendants ask passengers to keep their windows closed so as to keep the sun out, so I don’t get to see much.

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IMG_0266.JPG Chicago to DC

Immigration, baggage claims, baggage re-check, say bye to my brother as he heads for home, then take the train to the departure Terminal. O’Hare is a noisy, crowded, overwhelming airport, with laptop-owners huddled around every available outlet so they can use the $6.95 wireless internet. It is a relief to get on the relatively non-crowded United A319 to DC and alternate between dozing and watching driving precipitation form patterns in the strobe of the plane’s flashing running lights. As the plane makes the “River Visual” approach to National Airport, I attempt to snap photos of the view, but they all come out blurry.

Baggage claim after landing is easy. Cab from airport to my apartment takes just six minutes. Generous tip. Home. Warmth of Amy’s embrace. Day spent in chores and unpacking.

Club Noah Checkout Dive

(Note: By my count, this is my 83rd total dive, although I stopped logging for a long time after high school, and only recently started logging again, starting with count of fifty as a reasonable estimate as to how many dives I’d done before then.)

Location: Club Noah Isabelle, Apulit Island, Palawan
Maximum depth: 45 feet
Dive time: 50 minutes
Air used: 2500 psi

The idea was to do an early checkout dive at 9AM on New Year’s Day, followed by another more challenging dive (or two) before noon, by which point we would have to stop to allow enough decompression time before flying home the next day. Post New Year celebration drowsiness prevailed, however, and we were only able to do the one checkout dive before it came time to stop.

IMG_4640.JPG The Club Noah checkout dive is meant to be an easy, shallow dive along a reef and wall right off the front of the resort. I suited up in the clubhouse and strolled out to the pier to put on my BC and regulator (borrowed from my younger brother Raymond, as my old gear had been cannibalized to provide parts for other gear sets). Right from the pier, one can simply dip into the water from the steps and, already surrounded by curious fish, fin out towards the reef and wall. Surface swell was considerable, still causing motion as deep as 15 feet, but below that the wave motion lessened — and visibility dropped somewhat due to some type of plankton in the water.

IMG_4645.JPG As for local marine fauna, fishes of various size abounded, from tiny needlefish to giant groupers. In a small valley between reef walls, a kneeling statue of an angel at prayer had been set up as an artificial attraction, as yet untouched by coral growth. Especially fascinating was an electric scallop embedded under a coral overhang, bright blue flashes of pigment along the lips of its mouth simulating tiny bolts of lightning. Even more exciting later on in the dive was an encounter with a moderate-sized pawikan, or sea turtle, serenely rooting through sand in the shallows before swimming off as divers crowded around it.

A fairly good dive, all in all, my only regret being we could do no more dives — not without risking decompression sickness on the flight back to Manila the next day.

Full photoset of pictures from my Dad’s A70 here. The sea turtle photos are with my brother, to be scanned soon, he says. Here’s a partial family portrait; now guess which is me:

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Club Noah

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The trip to Club Noah Isabelle consists of a ninety minute plane ride on a Let-410 UPVP-E (an old but sturdy dual-engine turboprop, cockpit labels still in Russian) to Rodriguez “Airport” (more like a dirt airstrip with a hut) in Taytay, Palawan, followed by a short jeepney ride to a pier jutting out of a nearby mangrove swamp, then a 45 minute cruise on a banca out to the island, called Apulit.

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The resort itself hugs the island’s coastline, a path going along the perimeter of the main cove, around the bend of the island, to a beach halfway up the shore from the lee of the cove. All along this path are the resort’s various clubhouses, scuba staging areas, dive and boat piers, and small and large cabaña houses jutting out into the water, standing atop sturdy pillars holding them about eight feet above the waves, each cabin accessible by sturdy footbridges.

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Sadly my stay at Club Noah was about two days shorter than the rest of my family’s, as I had to come later to attend the aforementioned wedding, but I managed to do one dive, the standard checkout off the pier into the reef right in front of the resort. (Dive log entry here.) I also got to see various forms of island fauna, caged and wild, including a mousedeer, a very aggressive macaw, a budgie, several rabbits, ducks and geese, cranes, swallows, and at least one monitor lizard. Mostly the trip was very relaxing, with lots of sleeping done, lots of photos taken, and not much interaction with other guests, who were mostly Japanese and Korean. The views and scenery on the journey there and back were as much an attraction of the trip as the resort itself.

See the full Club Noah photoset here.

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