We made our way to the infamous Chocolate Hills today as they are said to be Bohol's number one must see. We caught a bus there from Tagbilaran which turned out to be incredibly lengthy and not air conditioned. I also had the pleasure of an elderly Filipino man breathing rattling and seductive breaths against the nape of my neck for most of the journey, it was very bizarre and in the end I actually turned around and asked him to stop - the popcorn box on his lap was very suspect.

After one hell of a haul we arrived at the Chocolate Hills viewing platform. Of the 1268 near identical mounds that Carmen was famed for we could see roughly twenty. The mist and clouds obscured the rest from view but we got the gist. The hills were actually formed by an uplift in coral deposits due to tectonic movement which altered the landscape. Lime stone around the deposits were gradually dissolved as a result of the acidic rainwater that washed through the buried shells in the ground, resulting in large mounds being left that couldn't be eroded over thousands of years.

Incidentally, the Chocolate Hills have there name as at the end of the dry season the hills lose their exotic, green foliage and turn a rich autumnal brown, apparently morphing into something that closely resembles a walnut whip.

Catching a bus home was not as problematic as I had first assumed and we soon got off on our hostel's street and staggered into a Filipino barbecue. This time I decided to leave the chicken's feet and had some delicious pork skewers and rice washed down with a cold San Miguel light.