On the way to Moalboal, Cebu Island, Philippines ("Mo-wall', bo-wall'")

Singapore, the city of clean modernity where everything is available and there is no poverty, spelled backwards, is Cebu City.  We left Cebu City on Friday, October 21, for Moalboal and the Barefoot White Beach Resort, located across the island of Cebu and south of the city by about a 3-hour drive.  We were driven to Moalboal by Noel (Christmas, of course, in a Roman Catholic country) in a beautiful new air-conditioned SUV, shown in front of the cafe.  We stopped for lunch at a beautiful bluff cafe, the Palalong Place.  [Alternative: non-air conditioned bus.  Uh, nope.]

(Hey, kids, can you spot the ongoing themes in Aunt Shirl's entries?  Here are some hints: What do you see in the names of places?  Is there a beautiful view?  What is Uncle Rowan's favorite sauce? And of course, which animal appears, usually hungry, wherever we are?)

The name of the place is a double entendre - take your pals along to Palalong

There is a beautiful landscape to view as we eat our bountiful and inexpensive lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches, crab and corn soup, and bao fish soup.  By the way, beware of chilis isguised as green beans in your "fish" soup! 

There is ketchup for Rowan of a unique type.  Good for someone who loves bananas. 

or is it cats-up?  This is Ming, happy to have met Rowan and his bao fish.