When the Motley Crew went to El Nido for a belated summer getaway, we had no idea where to stay since we were all first timers to the famed tourist spot. We were dreading the cost of lodging because everyone says El Nido would cost us an arm and a leg if we wanted our stay to be nice and comfortable. But a quick look at agoda.com brought us to Swiftlets Inn which, according to reviews, was both affordable and of good quality. Clueless and pretty much desperate since the trip was drawing near, we booked two rooms (one for two and one for three) and hoped for the best.
After much delay, we’re finally here. Now, the action begins.
Our service-cum-tour-guide said pick-up for the island tour would be at 8:30, so I woke up at 6 to get refreshed and ready for breakfast (I hate getting up minutes before leaving for something). I stepped out of our room, cased the hotel, and took a few pictures. And then I felt it. Tiny raindrops. Uh-fucking-oh.
For someone who’s had Palawan on her bucket list for most of her life (way before she was old enough to know what a bucket list was), this post has been a long time coming. A few weeks ago, that dream was finally crossed off my to-dos when my friends (the motley crew I was with at Ilocos, Aklan, and Calaguas) and I set off for a six-day adventure in the province. We split our trip into two – El Nido and Puerto Princesa – and this post is the first of a six-part remembrance of those glorious days of heaven.
(Please bear with the lengthy storytelling; I’ll try to make it worth your while.)