Siquijor Island

View from the balcony of our hotel, The Bethel Guest House, in Dumaguete, looking out toward Cebu. The ferry is headed to Siquijor
Most Filipino people do not have washing machines; they do their wash by hand. It was unusual to see a man washing his clothes in the canal in San Juan on Siquijor. He could have been an identical twin to one of our taxi drivers in Cebu.

This canal where the women are washing their clothes is filled from the fresh water swimming pool which is fed by a spring in the town. They would wet the clothing in the water, put the article up on the wide cement step, rub soap on it, then using a scrubbing brush cover every square inch going up and down and all around with the scrubbing motions, and next rinse the clothing in buckets of clean water dipped from the canal before finally rinsing in the canal and hanging the clothes on the line to dry.

Sister Wolf standing by the fence surrounding the huge San Juan community swimming pool.

The water was sparkling clean, coming from an underground natural spring.

This cove at Larena port where we docked looked like it would make a perfect pirate hideout.