Sunday, March 27, 2011

Trip to Negroes

On Thursday Allan and I along with Elder and Sister Ganir and Elder and Sister Ward, flew to the Island of Negros (Occidental) and to the city of Bacolod. We were up in the air and back down before we knew it. The flight was over a total time of 25 mins. long. We were greeted at the airport by Elder and Sister Gale (pronounced Gal lee), they serve with us and are from Bacolod. We had a great time for 3 days seeing the city of Bacolod and part of the Island of Negros including a private island. We found out that Negros supplies 60% of all sugar that the US uses, and believe me we saw a lot of sugar cane fields and trucks hauling cut cane to the plants. They still use a small wood cart and carabao to take it from the field to the big trucks. We stayed at the Sugarland Hotel and all 3 nights they had proms going on it was so fun to see all the different dresses. We had a great trip with wonderful tour guides that we love.


Our trip to Negroes. Dinner with the group.




Allan loves Orchids and these where some very pretty ones.


We bought some and brought them home and are hoping they will grow on our window sill.


Hiking up to the falls.


At the 1st falls and a 1000 steps later.


Allan & I at the first falls.


Elder Ward, Elder Ganir and Allan at the 2nd falls.


Flying Foxes.




They would land on your finger.


Butterfly farm.


Outside the church in Bacolod.


At the ERC in Bacolod.


Our cute guides.


Us in front of it.




The ruins dating back to 1911.


The plague tells the story.


It is so sad that the Americans were the ones to burn it so the Japanese would not take it over.


The girls in the group.


The guys in the group.


Beautiful prom dresses.


They love to have there picture taken.


I loved this dress, and she was so sassy in it.


Taking sugar cane from the field to the road to be put on a truck.


The whole group.


On the boat to the island.




This chair is made out of a old tire, I think one would be great on the deck?


On the island of Jomabo.


Leaving the white sand.

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