Travis has been talking about coming out for a vacation ever since I have been out here. He has also talked a lot about buying me a beach house. Both of which I never thought would happen. But a few weeks ago Travis sent me a message saying that he bought a ticket and was really coming. He picked a bad day to come as there was a typhoon that day. Fortunately, luck was on his side, unlike most of the time he decides to take a vacation. The rain stopped a few hours before he landed and he made it safely. Sweaty, but safely.
We only hung out for a few hours before I sent him on his way to the bus terminal. He hung out in a few of his mission areas while I had work, then I met up with him last weekend in Olongapo.
Travis has a bad habbit of asking all the peddlers how much things cost. This would be fine except it only gives them false hope that Travis will buy something. This small amount of hope made one of the peddlers wait an hour while we rented a wave runner. The others just followed us down the beach, slowly dropping their prices.
Thanks to Travis for renting us a wave runner. We were a little disappointed they wouldn't let us take it out passed the buoys to the islands, but we still had fun trying to throw each other off. I did jump off while going full speed once, not a good idea. My neck is still sore from hitting the water.
We stayed at the Noe's house in Olongapo. They are a member family that knew Travis. I stayed there last year when I went up for a weekend. They cooked us food, washed Travis's clothes and made sure we were comfortable.
We found a very nice resort called White Rock. We just spent the afternoon there swimming, sliding and relaxing.
This little turd wouldn't get a picture with me