Cebu, Part 7: Mission accomplished (sort of)

When I set out to do this solo Cebu trip, my aim was to actually experience Cebu as a adventure-seeking, water-loving tourist. Did I achieve that goal? For the most part, yeah, which is why despite my unfortunate Kalanggaman experience, I did feel wistful when the trip had to come to an end. Thanks for sticking around for this last of the series.

Cebu, Part 6: Troubled waters to Kalanggaman Island

So… I don’t really know how to begin this post other than to say sorry about the loooong wait between installments. As 2019 is finally upon us, I’m going to do something different. I’m not going to promise anything to avoid disappointing you. Instead, I’m just going to try harder to be more prompt with my posts. I hope that hasn’t turned you off yet. If it hasn’t, let’s get on with the next part of my little Cebu escapade.

Cebu, Part 5: Another island awaits

So, I’ve been lagging long enough. Hopefully you’re still interested in learning about what happened in my Malapascua adventure.

Cebu, Part 4: Bound for the city

Now, I know I left you hanging after my brief encounter with Crush and his pals, but here’s the next part of that adventure.

Cebu, Part 1: Let’s get it right this time

Three times. Three times I’ve been to Cebu. You know how many of those trips were spent at the beach? One, and for just a couple of hours. This is why I wanted to go back, to rectify this mistake, especially since Cebu’s beaches are pretty famous. For a person who enjoys swishing her toes in white sand and cool salt water, this little time spent along a shore—any shore—is unacceptable, so this time around, I was dead-set on beaching the shit out of this trip.

Try your luck at Shamrock Tavern (hotel review)

Unfortunately, I once again got sucked into a black hole that prevented me from keeping my blog updated. It’s been a while since my last post, so now I’m buckling down to get this thing going again. Hopefully you’re still interested in what I have to say. I promise I’ll make this one worthwhile, especially if you’re planning a trip to Sagada, which is what this post will be about.

Sagada, Day 3: I’m on top of the world, ‘ay

(OK, no more procrastinating. Here’s the last leg of my Sagada trip. Sorry it took so long.)

So I woke up at about 3:30AM, got dressed, got my shit together, and headed down the lobby to check out and wait for our tour driver. Why so early? We were headed to Kiltepan Peak to see the famed “sea of clouds” hopefully roll into view. It’s one of the most popular attractions in Sagada, so getting there early wasn’t just to catch the sunrise but to get a patch of ground not occupied by another hopeful tourist.

Sagada, Day 2: Are we there yet?

(Wow, have I kept people waiting for a long time. I hope I haven’t lost you since Day 1. Sorry about that, but anyway…)

I woke up at about 5:30 so I could get dressed and go out to grab an early breakfast before this morning’s escapade: Bomod-Ok Falls. Despite the burning I was already feeling in my muscles from yesterday’s spelunking, I went out and looked into different convenience stores to find some pandesal for breakfast, then went back to the hotel to have coffee. Finally, 7 came around and so did the empty van, into which the three amigos and I piled, all in the back (remember the girl’s request yesterday?)

Sagada, Day 1: Into the belly of the beast

So it’s been almost two weeks since I went to Sagada, and as I type this, my account of my first day, I’m still nursing an injury I believe I sustained from the trip. I hope this isn’t going to be a trend for me, gathering painful little mementos instead of souvenirs to remember my trips by (remember my great Bohol burn?). But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so let me start by actually saying I’ve been wanting to go to Sagada for a long time now, even before that damn movie came out (Filipinos know which one I’m talking about). No offense, I mean I haven’t seen it, but enough with the tired quotes and references already, people! Anyway, as I was saying…

Caramoan, Day 3: Just another mad, mad day on the road

I woke up about 5:30 that morning oddly enough with the feeling of relief that I get to go home today. I say ‘odd’ because I normally feel wistful when my vacations come to an end. Then again, more than a couple of things about this outing did not exactly work out for me, so that’s probably why I was looking forward to leaving.