Day Eight

So its Friday, we are going back to Cebu a little earlier then planned as there are no flights over the weekend, great.
So we arrive at the domestic airport at 5:45 am, and the sun is already up and bright. We say our farewells to the Alo's wipe away the tears (hahaha) and enter, this is where the fun begins.
First Pinky's carry on bag is held at the scanner and she has to unpack it for them, again. Next we get to the check-in counter which is literally 2 steps to the left of the entrance. First my camera bag is not only too heavy but too big, so they want to check it in, we start to argue... eventually I had to submit and we covered the bag in fragile stickers, not happy. Then after we weight our bags, they want to weigh us! Thats right, we have to step on the scales too, as I step on the girl makes a shocked sound like I am the heaviest thing she has ever seen, Im not feeling so good right now. Pinky gets weighed and then they tell us we have to pay 2,800 pesos in excess weight, wow, but once you convert that its around $50 AU.

We get on this little plane with propellers and head off, we start climbing and we get to see Cebu Island as a whole island, very mountainous. Just as we reach our max height that we climb to, the captain announces that we are begging our descent, yep, up down and we are there, funny.

We arrive back at the house in Minglanilla at around 8am, unpack, have some breakfast and head off shopping again. As we drive through the streets it starts to hit me again just how over congested this place is, millions of cars, busses, jeepneys, bikes, trucks and people for over an hours drive. I will try and give you and idea.
Imagine you live in a town, no parks or lakes or anything like that, if you had a job you wouldnt get paid much, but most dont have jobs, so you have a family, no job but you have to feed them somehow so you build a small shopfront out of what ever materials you can find, bits of wood, old signs, anything. So now you have a shop, mmm but you dont have anything to sell, I know ill just cook something, you dont have much money so you just cook what ever you can, you can get an array of meats cut into thin strips, put on skewers and bbq'd. You sell it, and with the money you buy some better stuff to cook, now your a business and there is alot of this kind of business around, no one cleans the street in front and the traffic never stops. If your business isnt doing well, they grab your food and step out into traffic and try and intice the people, jump on a bus and say buy my food, whatever it takes.
As for the prices, we went to buy a sweet bread know as ensaymada, in Aus is is around the size of your fist, with butter, sugar and grated cheese on top, one of my favourites, and would cost you a couple of dollars each or something, here, Don Don, the driver, said he will check if they are fresh, came back and said yes there good, so we thought mmm lets get one each for every one here at the house, so we said grab 6, now at 25 pesos each (50c) we thought bargin, when he came back they were the size of dinner plates!
As you can see, not only do they sell anything they can but anywhere they can and everything is really cheap. I dont know how they survive.

So didnt do much today, just shopped, ate, and slept.