Leaving Malapascua I noticed a few things:
First, when you’re not blindly wandering the island it’s a much shorter, faster path from one place to the next.
Second, there’s an entire side of the island I hadn’t explored — the north side. This side has another village of locals and it looks to be a bit wealthier. “Wealthier” as measured by my own developing Asian country metric: the Concrete Housing Index. Seems like as soon as you’ve saved up enough money, you build with concrete; makes sense in a tropical, bug-populous environment but aesthetically unpleasing (to me).
Third, big events here are celebrated with roasted pig. Notice I said “pig,” and not “pork.” Pork would suggest servings of pig meat. That term is insufficient for the situation here.
For the vegetarians and animal lovers (and those keeping kosher eyes) reading this posting, I’m going put the pictures after the “continue reading” link and warn you that there’s graphic roast pig coming up. You have been warned. (Or tempted – you know whom you are.)