Two hours after vacating our rooms, after coffee and lunch and another coffee, we're still stuck here in the lounge. We're still waiting for any news whether they still have the plans to give us shelter or maybe we better start digging our holes on the white sand beach now for a warm evening tonight. Or maybe we can ask the housekeeping to give us a mattress with warm blanket. Use their securities to fan us all night, making sure that we're mosquito-free. Oh and I won't forget to gather some woods of course for a giant bonfire that will burn the whole Mactan island. Or maybe the whole island of Cebu, too. Or even the Philippines.
I'm just kidding, I'm not a terrorist. I'm just a romantic sadist. With wild imagination. Bwahahaha!