The clash of two cultures was evident, as our kayak group sat in our boats staring at the 20 or so sea nomads sitting in their “mother boat”. The sea around us was dead calm, our boats barely moving in the windless and waveless waters. The expressions of the Moken people was stoic, as we waved and smiled at them, trying to elicit some sort of response. But they seemed uninterested in our kayaks, . . .
The jarring brakes on the short run way of El Nido do not provide travellers with a great first impression of Palawan. But it does bring to mind similar landing strips throughout the world which have brought me to the most amazing places on earth. For travellers who have flown into Lookla, Nepal, or Bhutan, they will know what I mean. In fact, the El Nido airport doesn’t even make it in the top ten list . . .