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To Coron!

Waking up, there was family time! After a morning of lawyer talk, properties, and just the overall family stuff in the Philippines, it was time for us to go to Coron. On to the airport! We took the one hour flight from Manila to Bususanga, Coron. It was the roughest landing I have ever had in an airplane. The aircraft literally swerved across the runway. Oh, my. But we made it! Oh thank goodness!

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Upon landing in Bususanga, Coron we were welcomed by a group of drummers. It was a great energy! We picked up our bags and met up with the rest of the group from the mission. Our first stop was the medical mission. Our flight was delayed so we came in a couple hours later than anticipated.

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When we arrived at the medical mission most of everything was covered. There wasn’t much for us to do. I circled around and started taking photos. I knew I could help document the experience. I can definitely take photos! We stayed at the mission for a couple hours and helped everyone wrap up.

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It was on to the resort to meet up with everyone from the mission. We took the boat ride to another island called Uson. Its a tinny island near the bigger island of Coron. We were staying at the Balinsasayaw Resort!

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It was like the resort was the only thing on the island. Definitely pretty cool! Daniel, Mike, and I shared our own little house. The resort is eco-friendly. Meaning – electricity shuts off from 7:30am until 5:30 pm. Translation: if you wake up late, you have to take a cold shower.

We spent the rest of the evening relaxing at the resort. We were exploring all the hammocks, and relaxing spots. Ah! Relax!

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Perriann Hodges

I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.

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