Ebo picked us up nice and early for the run up to Heathrow, which at 04.15 on a Sunday morning took all of an hour and ten.
At the airport, checkin is not officially open so we stroll up, ask nicely and they check us in anyway, which was nice.
We make our way through security, no real drama but both ladies were frisked liberally. Judy claims she was further delayed by an African curtain smuggler!
Once in the departure area we decide we already have enough Rolex, Burberey and Louis Vutton so we head over to Hestons gaff for what turned out to be a really nice breakfast, yum.
Being the wrestless type I soon tire of the endless waiting so I manage to pursuade the team that we could perhaps move on to the next holding pen where a gaggle of planes were waiting to whisk us away.
Endless moving walkways and escalators later we are at the gate, spot the plane and eventually board.
Extra bonus on board. No one sitting next to us, nice.
Singapore airlines looked after us well, plenty to eat and plenty to drink.
I’ve probably forgotten lots of the films I watched but they included ‘ask me to dance’, ‘menu’, ‘rogue agent’, ‘See how they run’ . There was at least one other…
We arrive at Changi and make our way to a lounge as we have almost 6 hours to while away before the next flight. The Non stop eating and drinking continues…
Finally it’s time to head over to terminal 2 to pick up our next flight. Whilst in the lounge we receive word that the private water taxi transfer has been cancelled due to bad weather (disappointing) and we would instead be taking a larger ferry from Batangas to C…..
So that’s some drama and excitement that we had not planned for.
We get seated on the plane and before long, the food and drink resumed its flow.
For this flight I watched a nice movie about the search for Richard the 3rds remains, highly recommend.
We land at Manilla and after a tiny delay we are out, through passport control, got our bags. And are met by our driver.
Our research suggested that there was a ferry at 20.00 and another at 00.00, sods law dictated that we arrived at the ferry terminal at 20.10.
It turns out that we are on the 21.00 ferry, phew, no waiting.
The ferry terminal is a hive of activity. The van is beseiged by porters and all my training and experience told me that I had to fend them off whilst handling own luggage.
Well, it turns out that they were all legit. Tiffany from fisherman’s Cove was in charge and all was well. We are led through the ferry terminal, all swanky and new. All the Porters are paid for, she buys us all a drink and sees us all on to the ferry.
So here we are making our way along the coast, we are currently passing the large refinery which can be seen at night from Anilao.
We are assured that we will be met at the other end by equally willing, official and paid for porters, time will tell!
Thus far, the whole ferry change thing has been a welcome adjunct to our previously planned arrangements. There is mention of a 45 minute jeep ride at the other end, a full report will be made.
We arrive at our destination port and learn that the representatives from the resort had in fact travelled with us on the ferry. The moment we arrived at Calapan they had our bags off the ferry and ready for us. We tow them through the port and join our waiting vehicle, a propper authentic Jeepney!
