So you want to go beachin-ing while diving into the amazing past of the Philippines eh? (And no, I’m not talking about Manila and our famous-for-sunsets-Manila-Bay.) I am talking about Cebu. And in the joy-filled days I spent there (this time not as a solo traveler but as part of a traveling couple *insert heart here*), I still think Cebu is such a wonder I can go back there again and again.
You a travel junkie? You can't buy that nice pair of shoes simply because you know its price is equivalent to a round trip ticket to your favorite beach spot. There is nothing you can't compute instantly by comparing fare prices to other commodities. Another extra rice? Multiply that to 5 more cups and you have a ticket to Pampanga. You're suddenly a math whiz of prices.
One of Philippines' renowned travel bloggers, JMS, was still in the area and agreed to accompany me and and my buddy-less self. We met that morning and went surfing "together." (Oh that word sounds so cunning.)
One time, as I temporarily gained consciousness during my REM, I was shocked to see my forehead directly in a 'too-close-for-comfort' contact against seatmate's forehead.
Due to time constraint, the plan was to surf for one day and leave the same night. So that's what I did. Basically, it was genius.
Praying along the beach is the best experience for a prayerful person. I mean, yeah it’s all about God, but seeing my bedsheet compared to seeing the calm waters of El Nido beach is just amazing. I kept on saying, "God, thank You. Thank You!" and repeated that for like ten times two times.
The leg space was so awkward that during the “rough road” moments, I would always unconsciously turn off the airconditioner with my knees. To this, SZ would spend the rest of the trip holding my uncontrollable knees to keep me from creating thermostat havoc.
Universal Studios might be in their minds when they created this place.
I don’t have my own tone. I am an emulator of linguistic ones that I oftentimes end up confused myself.
And then we went to the Butterfly Farm. Why would we miss the chance of seeing hundreds and hundreds of flying insects moving about free to be photographed? In all…