Ten minutes after I picked Kurt up from the Dumaguete airport, we crammed into a bus for a ride to the Malatapay boat landing to Apo. I think Kurt would have rather taken something with more legroom.

The surf was too heavy at Malatapay to land the pump boat shuttle to Apo so we had to launch from this sheltered beach.

As the boat pulled out of the little harbor, it was tough to miss the advancing white caps on the horizon.

Once we were clear of the shelter provided by the mainland, the waves began to break over the bow of the pump boat.

At times it felt like we were white water rafting on the open sea.

Pretty much everything and everybody got doused, but the little white boat showed no signs of stopping.

Once we reached Apo Island more than an hour later, the winds had relented somewhat and the sunset behind us gave the island a warm glow.

This happened to be a Friday afternoon, and all the kids who attend classes on the mainland during the week had just arrived back home on Apo and were playing on the beach. Something about this shot reminds me a little of Gilligan's Island.

Kurt carried Hanna, Liberty's daughter from the boat to the beach to join her friends.

There was a nice sunset over the horizon in front of us.

That night we had a spontaneous jam session in "downtown" Apo. Photo by Daniel Simon.

Kurt made some new friends with the friendly folks who live on the island.

I can't remember what songs we played, but Ian really rocked the house on the Boluarte Rocks drum kit. Photo by Daniel Simon.

The acoustic guitar was sometimes hard to hear over everyone singing and clapping along. Photo by Daniel Simon.

We played until they turned off the generator on the island at ten o'clock. Photo by Daniel Simon.

Kurt was the first customer of the day for the Apo Island t-shirt vendors. I suspect they may have been waiting for him to finish breakfast and buy something from them.

"We know you already have two t-shirts, but how about a few sarongs for lunch?"

After the lessons in Apo Island capitalism we went diving with Mario.

We dove Apo's Cogon Point, and the large school of jacks was there right on schedule.

I have lots of photos of these guys at this point.

Here's a shot of Kurt with the jacks.

Apo's wall of fish.

We caught a quick glimpse of this turtle before it sped off into the blue.

Class of Sherando High School, 1995.

Back on the surface, the wind was kicking up some rough surf for the trip back to the island.

Another white water rafting shot from Apo.

After the morning of diving, we were back in Dumaguete for dinner with Hanes.