{"id":30,"date":"2007-03-04T22:46:26","date_gmt":"2007-03-05T06:46:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shambarger.net\/blog\/?p=30"},"modified":"2011-06-08T20:42:19","modified_gmt":"2011-06-09T03:42:19","slug":"malapascua-shark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/?p=30","title":{"rendered":"Malapascua shark"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We&#8217;ve arranged for a shark dive with exotic, starting at 5am!  We wake long before dawn, and Mabel&#8217;s cousin picks us up on his motorcycle. The dive&#8217;s an hour offshore, and we&#8217;re told dawn is the best time for shark spotting. The ocean floor is pretty barren, and the dive is almost uneventful, spotting just a shadow of one shark, and one devil ray on our ascent (dives can&#8217;t all be winners!). Seb and I have a nice breakfast, visit the i-cafe for some beers, and wander around the villages a bit.  We pop into &#8220;La Dolce&#8221; for some more pork, and a few more beers, and then stop by the motorcycle taxi rank for yet more bognow (Visaya for &#8220;cold&#8221;) ones.  <\/p>\n<p>While we chat, a very drunk and boisterous local sitting at the next table takes an interest in us. &#8220;I run a cock fight today. Want go? I take you&#8221;. By this point we&#8217;re quite pickled ourselves, and we decide to further defer our return to Mabel and the house for a unsupervised excursion into the underworld of Malapascua. We jump on motorcycle taxis (Seb&#8217;s driven by our drunken teacher\/cock-fight chief) and head out behind the village shacks to who-knows-where.  I arrive at the arena (already buzzing with life) and Seb&#8217;s nowhere to be seen; after a few minutes he pops into view, a bit rattled and pale. Looks like our escort was drunker than even he realized, and Seb had to work at keeping the man&#8217;s bike upright and out of the barbed-wire fences!<\/p>\n<p>We feel safer when we spot a few white faces in the crowd, and it&#8217;s not long before the fight begins. It&#8217;s short, and indecisive &#8211; apparently our drunk friend was too plastered to even run a cockfight, and the crowd quickly becomes disgusted and starts to head off to an alternate venue.  The backup ring is dilapidated, and clearly hasn&#8217;t seen action in ages!  As a few locals attempt to perform some basic repairs, some new discussions start on who&#8217;s going to fight. We spot our dive master, Ronillo, and he explains that Mabel&#8217;s been texting all over searching for Seb (we&#8217;ve been wandering the far side of the island all day, and without a working phone haven&#8217;t been able to tell her where we are).  Seb borrows a phone to fire of a text, and we quiz Ronillo about how the fight works. Turns out Ronillo&#8217;s a bit of a whiz, and he picks a number of winners (and wins a tidy sum himself).<\/p>\n<p>By the time all the fights are finished, the sun&#8217;s setting, and we don&#8217;t get back until after dark. Mabel&#8217;s (justifiably) furious at Seb, and Seb&#8217;s in the doghouse bigtime (not a safe place in the Philippines! ;).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We&#8217;ve arranged for a shark dive with exotic, starting at 5am! We wake long before dawn, and Mabel&#8217;s cousin picks us up on his motorcycle. The dive&#8217;s an hour offshore, and we&#8217;re told dawn is the best time for shark spotting. The ocean floor is pretty barren, and the dive is almost uneventful, spotting just [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-30","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-scott","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=30"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130,"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30\/revisions\/130"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=30"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=30"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shambarger.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=30"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}