The more remote beaches here are terrific but somewhat lacking in facilities. This isn't a problem if you've a good book on the go, but fearing for the low-brows in our party, I decided to organise the inaugural Philippino beach Olympics.
Based loosely on the tournament held each year at Caz and Hoady's summer BBQ, this comprised five keenly contested events including long-jump, sprint and coconut discus.
It was a close run spectacle. Or at least pretty tight between me, Wend and Marlou. But Jan's efforts were frankly embarrassing. The bloke's had a personal trainer on his case for the last 3 months so he'd look toned on the beach - and to be fair, he scrubs up ok for a codger his age. Sadly for him, he throws like a girl, jumps like an elephant and runs like ice-cold treacle.
In a field of four he finished well out of the medals.
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