My cousin on a kayak.
We woke up early on Saturday, about a month ago, to begin our journey from Manila to Anilao. It was a 100 mile road trip and moderately exhausting as we dealt with traffic, road closures, and long stretches of dirt road to get to the family house and scuba resort.
My dad's cousin manages a scuba resort which is on the same property as a family house. It's a pretty basic kinda place that's more like camping, but it's an awesome place to spend a weekend. I'm not sure anyone would survive more than a weekend there, because it's removed from everything and since it's on a hill there are giant killer stairs everywhere.
The family house. The front has no windows, it's open to the water.
Another one of the cottages.
A really scary broke down bridge. And this is coming from someone who's crossed the Capilano suspension bridge.
By the time we got there it was already mid afternoon, so we only had a little bit of time to snorkel before calling it a day.
My parents in the water with the kids.
It was Pepper's first time snorkeling, and once he got into his groove, he really liked it.
After a shower and dinner, we broke out a little kareoke.
Since Asians take their kareoke very seriously, I decided to mix it up and put on Bohemian Rhapsody. This is my mom, aunts, and cousins rockin out.
Then we put ourselves to bed so we could enjoy our last day at the beach.
Good night.
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