>Another highlight of Davao is the Crocodile park. On this day we drove there specifically to see it, with Aunty Inday, who also needed to stop by the big city to pick up her international drivers license.
We make a stop on the road to pick up some strange fruit. It’s called Marang
The Davao area is famous for fruits and in the airport I noticed a lot of people bringing back fruit to Manila. (in properly packaged little boxes I saw on the luggage conveyor belt)
Although a lot of people avoid Mindanao (the name of the province) because of a history of oh, terrorism, guerrillas, Muslim rebels and violence, the Davao area is very safe and they want to encourage tourists to come there.
We stopped for lunch here – this is where i saw the diving kids. Ignore the huge purple tentacle-y thing on the right. Again, I’m not hungry..
We stop at this “beach resort” for a swim. Nobody swims (except me). The beach is caged off by a fence and I swim in the pool. It is refreshing. Shocking everyone in a bikini (as everyone swims in their clothes) I sing karaoke. Inday and her son Earl are in the background.
They have a whole assortment of exotic and dangerous animals here.
This little guy is famous – he is the monkey-rodent-raccoon thing that likes to eat coffee cherries.
I think he is called a Civet. He picks only the best, ripest berries for his food. The coffee cherries pass through his system undigested and are picked from the droppings and roasted to make the world’s most expensive coffee. They were selling this coffee in Sagada.
After the crocodile park we go and have some dinner. A hungry resident kitty befriends me.
As it’s getting dark out, we stay at another beach resort for the night. Aunty Inday had to be at work the next morning, so we were to leave at 6am.
I think I was the only one up at 5:30. We finally hit the road at 8:30. We get breakfast on the road.