On my third day, I woke up fully aware that I could take it easy since I had no concrete plans for any tours. My agenda simply involved spending some time at the beach before checking out and transferring to my hotel in Tagbilaran. After a filling breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, I set off on foot (dry bag in tow) towards Alona Beach.
(If you haven’t read Day 1, here you go.)
On my second day, I got up at 5 to get ready for my dolphin watching/island hopping tour. I had to skip breakfast since my pick-up arrives about the same time they serve it. I just stuck a few crackers into my bag to have something to eat in case I get hungry during the tour. At precisely 6 AM, a tricycle arrived to take me to Alona Beach, the jump-off point for the tour.
Day 2 of our Davao trip brought us to Samal Island. After paying a visit to a couple of beaches and waterfalls where we didn’t swim, as well as a beach where we did swim and partake on some finger-lickin’ chicken, we checked into Camp Holiday Resort, which we had booked before we left Manila.
Day 4 started with us getting up early for a buffet breakfast, which we wanted to finish right away. It was, after all, our last day, and we wanted to make the most of it. First thing we did after eating was take another dip in the pool, then when we could no longer put off the inevitable, we freshened up, packed up our stuff, and checked out of Hotel Tropika.
(Haven’t read the first part? Click here)
We got up early the next morning excited to start the day, which happens to be Samal Island day. Beach day. Swimming day. Kick-of-your-shoes-feel-the-sand-between-your-toes-and-splash-around day. Yep. Excited. After a quick breakfast, we hurriedly packed up, checked out of Pacific Palm, and met Kuya, who was waiting for us at the parking lot. He suggested that we buy lunch here at the city that we could take to and fork down at the beach. So after stopping at KFC for a looot of chicken, we headed to Sasa Wharf, where barges take people, whether on foot or on wheels, to and from Samal. We were in Kuya‘s vehicle, so we paid Php250 and off we went.
It’s been four months since I took my trip to La Union with a friend, and I haven’t felt up to writing about it until now, so I hope you won’t mind a little bit of prattling. I’ll try to keep the chatter to a minimum, especially since the photos are a lot more interesting.
I’ve actually been to La Union years ago (with my sister and her friends), but we did nothing but eat and get beat up by the waves as we foolishly tried to swim at the beach. This isn’t my first time surfing too; I went to Siargao a few years ago where I got my first taste of it. I wiped out more times than I got to stand, but, as any surfer will tell you, it’s pretty addicting. So when the opportunity came to pay the province a visit again, I took it. This time, I went with fellow Motley Crew-er Dani (for reference, consult our group’s Alkan and Palawan trips), who has also been raring to go back to La Union for some surfing.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to Pangasinan, and it was one of the most memorable trips I had ever gone on in my life for two reasons. One, I had never been there before and I’d always wanted to go. Two, it was my first time traveling alone.
Last year, my family and I thought it would make sense to spend Halloween at the beach. OK, that’s a lie; when we called to make a reservation at La Luz in Batangas, we forgot it would be the Halloween weekend and booked anyway. We didn’t care that it was the rainy season, either. We just wanted a few days away from the city. (This trip is different from the one we took in early 2015, by the way. We just really like this beach so we keep coming back.)
We came, we saw, we conquered the Underground River. Now, Honda Bay is beckoning.
I was both pumped and disappointed waking up that day: it was our Honda Bay tour, which meant this was our last tour in Palawan. But the excitement got the better of me as I got ready and roused everyone else up.
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.