Living skeleton with fur
9. January 2022, Sunday
11° 7' 42" N, 119° 20' 8" E
While a new version of Corona madness is raging in the rest of the world, we have set sail and visit the islands in the archipelago around El Nido and are happy to note that the typhoon in December here in the east of Palawan, in contrast to other parts of the country relatively has done little damage.
25 knots of wind carry us quickly from island to island, the sea is relatively flat here between the islets so that we can enjoy sailing in its most beautiful form.
It could really have hit us worse than spending the last two years here on this, thanks to Corona, tourist-free patch of earth and sea.
But stop……..
What is that???
We want to visit a flying fox grotto, a huge hollow rock in the middle of the sea and before that we discover ... oh dear ... the first tourist boat in a long time. It's a shame, our exclusive lonely time here on Palawan seems to be coming to an end and visitors are coming back here. On the other hand, when the world returns to normal, we too can travel again and discover other paradises. ;)
On another island we discover something that almost brings tears to our eyes.
A small dog, emaciated to the bones, lies helplessly on the white sandy beach. At first we think it is a carcass, but soon discover that there is still life in the little being.
How did he get here on this uninhabited island?
Did the typhoon blow it here? Did he fall off a ship ... or was he just abandoned and left to his fate?
The poor animal (a bitch) is so weak that it can hardly stand on its feet.
We had planned a picnic on the beautiful beach and brought something to eat. Frel tries to feed her, but she is too weak to eat and barely manages to chew.
What to do?
We'll bring the pile of misery on board Odin for now, because leaving it here would mean certain death. The day before we had visited Armando, a small copra farmer whom we met on his island last year. A poor but lovable fellow with a good heart, six children and a few dogs. It should more or less not matter. So set sail and head for Malapacao.
Armando immediately agrees to take this fur-covered skeleton. In his opinion the bitch is no more than 1 year old and should have a good chance of survival.
We still had half a sack of dry dog food on board, which Frel brings for the always hungry dogs on the islands. We gave it to Armando so that the poor bitch wouldn't only be able to eat kitchen rubbish for a while. Dogs eat everything here. Bananas, coconuts, herringbones, all kitchen waste ... everything! The main thing is food!
We anchor a few days off Armando's island to see how the bitch is doing. It is very promising that she is now able to eat at least a handful of soaked dry food without vomiting it again.
Our supplies on board are running out and we have to leave the island, but promise to come back to see how the little dog lady is doing.
A sad animal fate which is repeated thousands of times around the world every day, but without a happy ending. You can't save everyone, but this dog-girl was lucky.
(If anyone of you now feels the desire to help the poor creature, I can contact you for a donation of food or a "sponsorship" for a few euros. Just send me an email to: bb@odinsailing.de)
25 knots of wind carry us quickly from island to island, the sea is relatively flat here between the islets so that we can enjoy sailing in its most beautiful form.
It could really have hit us worse than spending the last two years here on this, thanks to Corona, tourist-free patch of earth and sea.
But stop……..
What is that???
We want to visit a flying fox grotto, a huge hollow rock in the middle of the sea and before that we discover ... oh dear ... the first tourist boat in a long time. It's a shame, our exclusive lonely time here on Palawan seems to be coming to an end and visitors are coming back here. On the other hand, when the world returns to normal, we too can travel again and discover other paradises. ;)
On another island we discover something that almost brings tears to our eyes.
A small dog, emaciated to the bones, lies helplessly on the white sandy beach. At first we think it is a carcass, but soon discover that there is still life in the little being.
How did he get here on this uninhabited island?
Did the typhoon blow it here? Did he fall off a ship ... or was he just abandoned and left to his fate?
The poor animal (a bitch) is so weak that it can hardly stand on its feet.
We had planned a picnic on the beautiful beach and brought something to eat. Frel tries to feed her, but she is too weak to eat and barely manages to chew.
What to do?
We'll bring the pile of misery on board Odin for now, because leaving it here would mean certain death. The day before we had visited Armando, a small copra farmer whom we met on his island last year. A poor but lovable fellow with a good heart, six children and a few dogs. It should more or less not matter. So set sail and head for Malapacao.
Armando immediately agrees to take this fur-covered skeleton. In his opinion the bitch is no more than 1 year old and should have a good chance of survival.
We still had half a sack of dry dog food on board, which Frel brings for the always hungry dogs on the islands. We gave it to Armando so that the poor bitch wouldn't only be able to eat kitchen rubbish for a while. Dogs eat everything here. Bananas, coconuts, herringbones, all kitchen waste ... everything! The main thing is food!
We anchor a few days off Armando's island to see how the bitch is doing. It is very promising that she is now able to eat at least a handful of soaked dry food without vomiting it again.
Our supplies on board are running out and we have to leave the island, but promise to come back to see how the little dog lady is doing.
A sad animal fate which is repeated thousands of times around the world every day, but without a happy ending. You can't save everyone, but this dog-girl was lucky.
(If anyone of you now feels the desire to help the poor creature, I can contact you for a donation of food or a "sponsorship" for a few euros. Just send me an email to: bb@odinsailing.de)
