We are approaching savageness. Our beards have grown long, our unwashed clothes rot away in our bags, our beach bodies gone from the amount of beer we have drunk, and our skin is sweaty and grimy from the hazy air.
Such is the contrast with Legaspi City that we have arrived in on the morning of the 5th. The perfectly conical Mt Mayon - rising 8,000ft from the earth - looming over the city, which itself spreads across the harbour and along the surrounding hills. A nice city, Legaspi, pleasant and peaceful for sure (along with the typical seedy underbelly), base for adventures, and home to Karaoke bars and atmospheric restaurants.
We begin, like any city, with walking around and getting a feel for the place, which is pretty nondescript. A massage (our first one, slightly embarrassing, and Swags and I right next to each other), a meal and a nap later, the night has come. We done on Bicol cuisine - smoked coconut with Chicken - and end the night staring at the stars, cigar smoke drifting in the still air, the mountain, as always, brooding over the sleeping city.
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