The air is warm and immediately sticks to my skin as I leave the plane on Palawan. Walking through the small airport, getting my baggage from the old and only beggage conveyor belt. The air almost feels like steam floating into my lungs, filling in every part of my body and coming out of my pores to create the perfect circulation of moisture, but for me it was perfect satisfaction since it got cold in Taiwan. Happiness runs through me as I found a van to jump on to get to an intersection on my way to Port Barton. What I didn’t know yet: As soon as the sun sets, the people go to sleep, because they don't have electricity. It was 14:30, sunset at 17:40. The intersection to Port Barton was still 3 hours away and I was starting off in Puerto Princesa with a van full of people going to El Nido. Half way through the only well enlarged street on Palawan, our van stucked. We had to wait for one hour to continue riding. A few people from the van and me used the time to get ...