I took this photo of what I believe to be a Grumman Goose in 1990 in Puerta Galera in the philippines.
I used to work an 8-weeks-on, four-weeks-off schedule in Libya. When I'd started in 1986 it was 10:4. Work was a seven days per week activity so we basically bundled all the weekends into one long stretch.
I can only recall one co-worker who chose to spend his vacation in Libya and that didn't go to well for him. By the accounts I recall, he tried to go overland to Egypt but, having left Libya he didn't have the right visa for Egypt so the Egyptians wouldn't let him in and neither would the Libyans let him return as he didn't have a valid entry visa for Libya either. Apparently, he spent a few days in no-man's-land between the border posts until one of our Mr. Fixits traveled out from Tripoli with temporary entrance papers for him. I've no idea if that's a true story but I like to think it is.
If we didn't head back to the UK then we'd fly off somewhere. Having spent time in the Far East, that's where I'd often go.
The Encenada Beach Resort in Puerta Galera, Mindoro, in the philippines is where I learned to scuba dive. The place was run by some Aussies and the atmosphere back in the early nineties was very laid back.
I took this photo of what I believe to be a Grumman Goose as our dive boat was leaving for a dive. I don't think Paradise Air exists any more – I certainly haven't found any active references to it on the web – just a few cached Google search results that go to dead zones.
Of course, the philippines could hardly have contrasted more with the Libyan Desert. Lush greens, rich blue waters, people, humidity, real commercial alcohol. The Philippines was everything Libya wasn't.
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