Day Three (Tue, 6/23)

The flight from Korea to Cebu was only three hours, but it was much rougher.  I'd almost prefer a long flight that was smooth.  

Passport control and immigration was as chaotic at Mactan International as I remember from the other times I went through it.  I was trying to get in the line for non-Filipino passports, but we were directed to go to the Filipino line.  I was skeptical, but I should've trusted my native-born wife who said, "We're in Cebu--there are no rules!"  We actually got through the line for diplomats after Fe switched lines again.  What can I say?  I'm a mid level bureaucrat at heart.

We stopped by her parents this morning and had a good breakfast of cooked rice,  coffee, watermelon, magoes, bread, and mace, which is a desert of peanuts in a rice-based coating.  They kept bringing stuff out and I was worried about wasting it.  Fe had to remind me again of where we were.  

Dinner: Palabok at Mang Inasal (Mr Roast).