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I came back from Davao last Sunday. We went there for the Kadayawan festival (in which Davao celebrates the harvest season of fruits, particularly the Durian). Our gig at Pop’s Life went off really well with some of the Capone’s regulars mixed in with the locals. Jay Server even guested for the second set. The night ended with us partying and drinking.
The next day our host Paolo Duterte brought us to Talikod island for a bit of beach going. Joining us were Borgy and Ornussa (as their alter egos Brucey and Nussy), making our troop a little bigger. The trip on the boat was enjoyable with someone cracking a joke every so often. The island had a nice beach and a banquet was set up for us. We’d be running back and forth between the water and the food. Eventually we had to ship back to the mainland.
Back at the hotel we were in for more eating at the buffet; finishing just in time to get ready for another visit to Pop’s life. This time we were there as guests. I got everyone drunk that night. I was passing out drinks left and right to even people I didn’t know. My arsenal consisted of three bottles of Jaegermeister, a bottle of Tequila, shots of scotch and rhum, and tons of beer. I think the K-lite crew we were with didn’t know what hit them. As drunk as we were, we crawled back to the hotel and ordered more beer from room service. This is the point where we become really crazy. Since we were all on one floor of the hotel, we were all running around the halls in our boxer shorts. It was hilarious. We all ended up in one room and kept the party going.
To wind down the trip, Paolo took us to his rest home 2000ft. above the city. It was amazing. More akin to a country club than a house; it had manicured lawns, a roof deck jacuzzi, and even a pitching green. We had another banquet of a lunch there; with lechon to boot. Of course the visitors were also given the chance to try the much maligned (I think so) Durian. After that we shot a few videos and listened to mushy love songs, while half the group went to the back of the lot to check out the chicken farm. It was there we bid goodbye to our gracious host and hoped we would come back there some other time.
The adventure wasn’t over yet though. We were stuck for an extra two hours at the airport due to our flight being delayed. Good thing the Davao airport is nice (with an airport fee of only 40 bucks to boot). We found ourselves a restaurant to park in and stayed there for most of the stay. We were still messing around up until boarding the plane. We were easily the rowdiest bunch at the airport.
This is a concise telling of the story. Much of the detail has been left out to protect the reputations of those involved. But you can check some of our pictures out at the Multiply site of BeingFrank.
TITLE: BACK HOME - YELLOWCARD
The next day our host Paolo Duterte brought us to Talikod island for a bit of beach going. Joining us were Borgy and Ornussa (as their alter egos Brucey and Nussy), making our troop a little bigger. The trip on the boat was enjoyable with someone cracking a joke every so often. The island had a nice beach and a banquet was set up for us. We’d be running back and forth between the water and the food. Eventually we had to ship back to the mainland.
Back at the hotel we were in for more eating at the buffet; finishing just in time to get ready for another visit to Pop’s life. This time we were there as guests. I got everyone drunk that night. I was passing out drinks left and right to even people I didn’t know. My arsenal consisted of three bottles of Jaegermeister, a bottle of Tequila, shots of scotch and rhum, and tons of beer. I think the K-lite crew we were with didn’t know what hit them. As drunk as we were, we crawled back to the hotel and ordered more beer from room service. This is the point where we become really crazy. Since we were all on one floor of the hotel, we were all running around the halls in our boxer shorts. It was hilarious. We all ended up in one room and kept the party going.
To wind down the trip, Paolo took us to his rest home 2000ft. above the city. It was amazing. More akin to a country club than a house; it had manicured lawns, a roof deck jacuzzi, and even a pitching green. We had another banquet of a lunch there; with lechon to boot. Of course the visitors were also given the chance to try the much maligned (I think so) Durian. After that we shot a few videos and listened to mushy love songs, while half the group went to the back of the lot to check out the chicken farm. It was there we bid goodbye to our gracious host and hoped we would come back there some other time.
The adventure wasn’t over yet though. We were stuck for an extra two hours at the airport due to our flight being delayed. Good thing the Davao airport is nice (with an airport fee of only 40 bucks to boot). We found ourselves a restaurant to park in and stayed there for most of the stay. We were still messing around up until boarding the plane. We were easily the rowdiest bunch at the airport.
This is a concise telling of the story. Much of the detail has been left out to protect the reputations of those involved. But you can check some of our pictures out at the Multiply site of BeingFrank.
TITLE: BACK HOME - YELLOWCARD
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