Feeling very well rested, we woke ready for the day. We headed into Makati centre for breakfast where the only thing open for breakfast was a McDonald's or pancake house... easy choice for me really! The pancakes looked pretty good and didn't taste too bad either although they were covered in syrup and had a massive dollop of whisked butter on top... just how are Filipinos so slim?!
Matt wasn't feeling too well, we were pretty sure he had developed an ear infection from snorkelling in Fiji which he had bought antibiotics for but because of flying, he hadn't really got into taking them properly. We headed back to the hostel for Matt to rest and for me to plan more of our trip around the Visayas islands.
Come midday, check out time, Matt was still feeling rough and tired so I asked the guy on reception and he kindly allowed Matt to keep his bed until 3pm so he could rest longer. There was so much to research so I continued with that and bought us some snacks for later.
Thankfully, later that afternoon Matt had perked up a little and we made our way to the domestic airport for our flight to Cebu. The airport lounge was tiny which was not what we were expecting. Manila airport is notorious for delayed flights so I was expecting some sort of delay and we weren't wrong, only an hour though and nothing that a slice of pizza couldn't help!
On finally reaching Cebu airport after a fairly bumpy and uncomfortable flight, we waited for our luggage and I asked Matt to find the address for the accommodation he had booked for us. After searching for 5 minutes, he gave off an awkward/nervous sort of laugh and said "haha you're not going to believe how crazy this is but the hostel I booked is 3 hours away.. ha.. ha!". Now usually I wouldn't have minded this but as this was the only accommodation I had trusted Matt to book for the entire 3 month trip so far, and it was now nearly 11pm at night, I was not amused! I searched myself and found a half decent but fairly expensive room a few kilometres away... wasn't that hard Matthew!
Our taxi driver, who didn't speak a word of English, clearly had no idea where our hotel was and after driving in the wrong direction for 10 minutes and stopping to ask anyone on the street if they knew where the hotel was, we eventually arrived. The room was dark but clean so that was all that mattered, we were shattered. Another full day of travelling on the horizon tomorrow!