is the very first place in Mindanao that i ever set my feet on. It was on the occasion of Nessan's wedding in Dapitan (where national hero Jose Rizal went on exile). The motley crew from Tokiwa is composed of Aki (his wife and two kids), Opet (with his mom and his mom's officemate), Ems and myself (who dragged sis and fran in). We took a ferry that left the pier on a Friday evening. The sun was already up in the sky, 
boding of a great day ahead, when George and Peters docked. At the pier, the van driver from the resort welcomed each of us with a lei. The summer heat was chased away by an ice-cold tea served at reception minutes later. There was a little problem with our booking. A big-time townie needed the rooms for a wedding reception. Good for Dakak, they honored our booking, else...
Ems, Fran, sis and myself took a cottage to ourselves (Php 2200). It
was a duplex with a big bathroom (2 shower stalls), 2 double beds, a
refrigerator (in which to keep snacks leftover from the wedding reception ... hahaha) and a veranda overlooking other cottages. Our hut was meters away from the beach but nearer to the adult pool (where Opet & I had to
ourselves for most of the time we spent there; its depth apparently a deterrent).
I wonder how many vans Dakak had but we were late for the processional march as the driver had to fetch a visitor from the pier when we were set to leave for St. James Church where the rite was held.
The whole thing (dinner included) was finished before we knew it.
We even get to see a bit of the beach wedding back at the resort.
We spent most of the evening in the pool which water was still warm from the sun. But the next day, we all
explored the beach (except sis who was indisposed - monthly red) from morning till past noon snapping pictures here and there.
Hungry, we occupied a table neath a
tree.
The food took forever to cook. Even with tummies protesting, we had the kitchen crew pack our food and took our leave as the van that would take us to Rizal Shrine was already waiting. Since it was already mid-afternoon, we lugged our stuff into the resort van so we can go directly to the pier after the brief (occupied mainly by another endless photo taking) tour.
boding of a great day ahead, when George and Peters docked. At the pier, the van driver from the resort welcomed each of us with a lei. The summer heat was chased away by an ice-cold tea served at reception minutes later. There was a little problem with our booking. A big-time townie needed the rooms for a wedding reception. Good for Dakak, they honored our booking, else...
Ems, Fran, sis and myself took a cottage to ourselves (Php 2200). It
was a duplex with a big bathroom (2 shower stalls), 2 double beds, a
refrigerator (in which to keep snacks leftover from the wedding reception ... hahaha) and a veranda overlooking other cottages. Our hut was meters away from the beach but nearer to the adult pool (where Opet & I had to
ourselves for most of the time we spent there; its depth apparently a deterrent).I wonder how many vans Dakak had but we were late for the processional march as the driver had to fetch a visitor from the pier when we were set to leave for St. James Church where the rite was held.
The whole thing (dinner included) was finished before we knew it.
We even get to see a bit of the beach wedding back at the resort.We spent most of the evening in the pool which water was still warm from the sun. But the next day, we all
explored the beach (except sis who was indisposed - monthly red) from morning till past noon snapping pictures here and there.
Hungry, we occupied a table neath a
tree.
The food took forever to cook. Even with tummies protesting, we had the kitchen crew pack our food and took our leave as the van that would take us to Rizal Shrine was already waiting. Since it was already mid-afternoon, we lugged our stuff into the resort van so we can go directly to the pier after the brief (occupied mainly by another endless photo taking) tour. It was at Jo's Inato in Dumaguete where we finally appeased the growling monsters in our stomachs with a feast of grilled chicken, lots of rice and "buko-halo".
