After swimming around, getting attacked by a few fish, seriously one tried to eat me, and seeing many 'Nemo' families, it was time to move on. Our next stop was Coron island to see and swim in Kayagan Lake, one of the most famous (or at least most photographed) destinations in Coron. I'm sure that pictures of the lake and surrounding area are what first drew me to wanting to visit Coron, so I was happy to finally be seeing the area in person. The lake is actually a mix of fresh (70%0 and salt (30%) water so it was much more refreshing to swim in than the ocean water. Visitors are only allowed entry to a small portion of Coron island, partially to protect the environment there and also because the rest of the island is inhabited by the indigenous Tagbanua tribe and they don't necessarily want tourist tromping through their back yard every day.
We were given the option to do some snorkeling around the corner from where we ate lunch but I was mere seconds from entering a food coma. Seriously, Yo-yo kept pushing food my way and I thought I might burst by the time I left that table. Before I fell into a deep slumber the others told me it was time to move on, we still had plenty to see and do! Our next stop was CYC (Coron Youth Club) beach but i'm not really sure why it's named that. As we pulled up Jam-Jam explained to us that when he was a boy the beach actually used to be at least double the size but businessmen keep selling the sand to aquariums so the beach is shrinking. I was getting cold (my mom would probably kill me for saying that) so I decided to actually swim here to work up some body heat. After doing a few circles around the boats I came back to where Yo-yo and her husband were floating and soon turned into teacher. Neither of them knew how to swim but Yo-yo asked me if I would teach her how to float on her back (as I had been doing) without the life jacket. I had to think back to childhood, when my uncles threw me in their pool and said swim, for any tips I could give her. I guess I remembered something because before long she was floating with no problems!
When we were done with our swimming lessons Jam-Jam said this was actually our last stop and that it was time to return to Coron. Yo-Yo was expecting to be out touring until 5pm so asked if there wasn't somewhere else we could go before heading back (it was only about 3 o'clock) and so we made our way to the twin lagoons. I guess since we paid the price of the boat for the day the tour was more flexible than those in El Nido, you can kind of do what you want - within reason. To enter the twin lagoons your boat parks outside one of them and then you must swim under, or climb over, the entrance to the second lagoon. I opted for the swimming method but felt a bit claustrophobic as I passed under the low hanging rocks. The lagoons, similar to Kayagan lake, are a mix of fresh and salt water but with a higher percentage of salt water. The mixture creates an oily look in the water as well as warm and hot pockets where the fresh and ocean water are mixing together. Although we were told to bring our snorkel masks there wasn't much to see due to both the deep water and cloudy waters. Instead I enjoyed some more swimming, loving the warm pockets and swimming quickly through the cold.
By this time, the sun had given up on making a full time appearance, my fingers and toes were turning to prunes and I think we were all a bit tired, so it was time to return to Coron. During lunch Yo-yo had asked if I wanted to join them on a trip to the hotsprings that evening after dinner, but she now changed her mind and said they were too tired. Throughout my trip I got super lucky with the people I met along the way, and this day was no exception. Yo-yo reminded me of many of my Korean co-teachers, friendly, outgoing and genuinely interested in my life, i'm glad I got up and stumbled into the dive office when I did. Looking back, this day was actually another result of my boat disaster. Had I come into Coron, on time, the day before, I likely would have already booked a tour for the next day, either with less enjoyable company or possibly alone. So there you go, everything really does happen for a reason.