Yellow watermelon

Based on the two photos i have uploaded so far on facebook, i guess its pretty obvious im kinda enjoying myself here. Hard not to.
El Nido was super. I stayed in a guesthouse with two dormitory rooms filled with 3*3 story high bunk beds and cool people. The best place to meet new people. Being alone/lonely is hard to come by. I managed perhaps 2 hours - when i arrived, i went straight to the beach (estimated 10 metres from my 2nd story bed) and there was a bunch of English girls. The girl who seemed to be the leader of the group intimidated me with her stunningly big yet perky boobs hardly fitting into a tiny bikini. So I didn't strike a conversation with them. Nevertheless, few hours later we were having beer together and discussing boys. Thing with beach resorts is that they are full of Flipino boatmen, who do a fair amount of physical work every day and swimming etc and the result is noticeable on their shirtless bodies.
So the days passed by with sunbathing on empty beaches, island hopping and sea kayaking. For sea kayaking I hired a boatman. Quite an adventurous day which started with him breaking the paddle and fixing it on some island with a piece of wood. Second half of the day we arrived to a long empty beach with big waves. Big waves means that we capsized on the way in. I didnt get hurt or anything but things got lost in the sea. Like my sunglasses.
I have this goal not to loose them during this year. Its a challenge considering I will wear them almost every day (latter is not a complaint :) Anyhow, it seemed kinda helpless, but here is a suggestion for you if something similar happens to you. Throw in the sea a face cleaning tissue or something that floats not directly in the surface but inside the water. Then follow its path. I was pretty proud of myself of finding my glasses in the seabed 30m away from the place we flipped over.
Of course couple of hours later when it was time to head back, the waves were even bigger. How to get past the wave breaking points? Another capsizing. Almost lost the paddle. Completely lost the snorkeling gear. Whatever. It was time to go. Somehow there was a moment of opportunity and we managed to get to the deep water. The waves did not break there, but they were still so massive compared to the tiny tainy kayak. So there we went on paddling me screaming and yelling with both excitement and fear and the waves breaking loudly 100 metres away against massive limestone cliff. And then he broke his paddle again. Dear lord. Some more screaming on my side. It started to rain as well. But we saw a boat from the same company approaching the next bay, so we made the final effort to get to them and got a motorised lift back. And in the beach bar there were already people from the dormitory waiting with rum. Ain't that nice. I'd go kayaking again.