Walking through Iloilo's docks toward the wharf from which our ship to Puerto Princesa was supposed to depart, I could see, tethered to the dock like an old and lame dog to the railings outside a veterinary surgeon, in place of the sleek cruise liner I expected, an old rusting hulk of a ship that sat low in the water and listed alarmingly to port. In our excitement we had arrived at the docks exceptionally early, so I therefore assumed that this ship was only a temporary incumbent of the berth, and that our vessel would soon arrive to replace it. This, as I'm sure you're well aware, did not happen. I'm not that knowledgeable when it comes to ships and shipping, but I had some pretty serious reservations as to the seaworthiness of the vessel
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