A week before the trip, they finally revealed the location - the Philippines - El Nido, to be exact. I have family ties to the Philippines so the opportunity to visit the “homeland” was a spiritual one for me.
After numerous flights, we arrived in Manila. The first thing I noticed was how friendly the people were - and we had not left the airport.
We took another flight to Puerto Princesa and then a six-hour drive to El Nido - the long journey was made sweeter by the local rum with Coke.
The scenery was breathtaking - rural, but tropical and peaceful .
We arrived in El Nido, where I had a dose of my own personal Survivor. On the second day after dinner, I ended up getting sick and had to be treated by the doctors at the Survivor clinic.
The next day, I felt fine and enjoyed our time on Lio Beach, which included dinner and some nightlife. The next morning, we were taken on a boat trip to the various islands. We were also treated to a delicious lunch on the beach. I also enjoyed a swim in the clear tropical waters. The night before we were set to leave El Nido for Manila, I fell ill again.
I was treated for a bug at the Survivor clinic . I was told if I was not better by the morning, I would not be able to fly with the rest of the group to Manila.
Even though I didn’t feel better, there was no way I was getting left behind. We flew to Manila and I could barely keep my head up.
I started feeling a bit better during the course of the day, but on one of the excursions, I felt terribly sick and was taken to hospital. They treated my dehydration and stomach bug, but as they administered the Buscopan through a drip, my heart began racing. An ECG was ordered. Turns out I had an allergic reaction to the Buscopan. Hours later, I was discharged and returned to the hotel.
What an experience, but I would visit the Philippines again.