Days 6 & 7 - Mary definitely didn't vomit in the taxi

I love the smell of puke in the morning. At least Mary was nice enough to puke in the toilet in the morning, well, until we got in the taxi. “Get him to pull over!” she pleaded in desperation as her mouth filled with vomit but there wasn’t time. The window handle was too stiff so out it came, all over herself and the floor of the taxi. The driver didn’t even seem to notice so we think he’s still driving around with a little puddle in the rear footwell. Luckily it was just liquid as we hadn’t yet had breakfast.

We arrived at the bus station with a rough idea of what we were doing so once Mary had cleaned herself up and the Filipino men had stopped leering at her out of the bus windows we proceeded to the gate for the bus to Boljoon. I’m not sure if it’s just because everything is in a different language but supposedly organised things like a bus station seem to be such a free for all. I have no idea how we got on the correct bus but I had the name of our destination on my phone and kept checking it with every official looking person I passed so at least that put my mind at ease.

5 hours later we arrived at our hostel. On the bus journey I figured out that buses will stop anywhere you tell them to and also that the conductor will actually tell you when it’s time for your stop. Very helpful when you have no clue where you are.

Nordzee Hostel is right on the waterfront so I had the most garlicky pizza I’ve ever eaten plus a San Miguel Lemon whilst listening to the waves crash against the beach. 

The next day we had a chill day relaxing on the beach and we did a bit of snorkeling but the visibility wasn’t very good. Obviously I got really bad sunburn because I always do. We also met our room-mate Jack, 20 from Wales and played some drinking games (fin-fingers) with some crazy Australians.