Apo Island Turtle Watching - Siquijor Island - Dumaguete City
3 Friends, 3 Provinces, 7 Days
The truth?
I don’t like packaged tours. I love researching, canvassing, planning, booking flights, accommodations, doing itineraries on an excel file, all the while imagining what the days would be like. The preproduction of an adventure for me is the build up of the story – of travel itself. It begins with the mind they say, and yes it does.
It began at 2am – I think it always did during our trip. I hired an uber who surprisingly arrived at our doorstep 15 minutes after I booked it. Groggy, I dumped my last stuff into my backpack. Once I greeted kuya driver, I knew I forgot the one thing I always forget during trips – my toothbrush. I. Swear. I always do. I arrived at an unfamiliar neighborhood and was greeted by my friend Nicole at their subdivision gate. There was little rain as we walked in the dark street, and somehow I wished the trip would be sunny. We slept for 1.5hrs which was a joke. What torture.
The domestic terminal was cramped with people (all waiting for either Kalibo or Caticlan flights as it was Laboracay – the ultimate summer event for partygoers which we, non-partygoers, don’t go to). Our flight to Cebu was early, thank God for AirAsia. We were walking towards the plane where there was an old woman, so we opted to assist her. Just then, her right slipper ripped. And my extra pair – my non-Havaianas, non-Ipanema, cheap flipflops saved the day! I was so touched that moment, I took it as a good sign for the trip.
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| Hotel Fortuna lobby |
