was "follow strictly traffic sign" (and beware of shortcuts - the characters of "house of wax" didn't know this).
The week of April 9 has three consecutive rest days so when I heard that Leah's group from college are spending the weekend out of town, Ping and myself decided to tag along. It was a late birthday present for myself.
The week of April 9 has three consecutive rest days so when I heard that Leah's group from college are spending the weekend out of town, Ping and myself decided to tag along. It was a late birthday present for myself.
We agreed to meet at the North City bus terminal at 5 a.m. so we could take the earliest ferry leaving Hagnaya that day. Our van driver
took the matter into his own hands and brightly 
announced that he's taking a shortcut. Everyone didn't mind as he exuded confidence that tell he knows the place like the palm of his hand, even when he took the turn despite the signage that said "no entry". Well who would have thought that at the end of the road stood guard a tanod who was to be commended for his unbending decision, that is, we trace our path back to the main road. That took about half an hour of precious travel time and we found ourselves an hour later waiting at the wharf for the next ferry trip.
After a rather short yet bumpy ferry ride, we found ourselves mobbed by PUJ drivers at the sta. fe port. Another short ride, and the jeep dropped us at Sugar Beach. Since we meant to camp, we settled at a locally owned resort that rented out shacks at a measly Php 200.00 for a night. Well, we didn't need a big one. What we had in mind was some place to keep our valuables when we were out exploring and some privacy for changing. The owner lent us pots to cook our food with but building a fire (without waiting for the viand to cook on the camping
burner that I brought along) has proven to be a challenge.
announced that he's taking a shortcut. Everyone didn't mind as he exuded confidence that tell he knows the place like the palm of his hand, even when he took the turn despite the signage that said "no entry". Well who would have thought that at the end of the road stood guard a tanod who was to be commended for his unbending decision, that is, we trace our path back to the main road. That took about half an hour of precious travel time and we found ourselves an hour later waiting at the wharf for the next ferry trip.
After a rather short yet bumpy ferry ride, we found ourselves mobbed by PUJ drivers at the sta. fe port. Another short ride, and the jeep dropped us at Sugar Beach. Since we meant to camp, we settled at a locally owned resort that rented out shacks at a measly Php 200.00 for a night. Well, we didn't need a big one. What we had in mind was some place to keep our valuables when we were out exploring and some privacy for changing. The owner lent us pots to cook our food with but building a fire (without waiting for the viand to cook on the camping
burner that I brought along) has proven to be a challenge. The days we spent under the sun, with an hour or two bathing in Ogtong cave (Php 50.00 entrance fee for daytime visitors).
At night, as we gathered round the bonfire, Karen brought out the ice cream she bought for our (Esther and myself) birthdays. Then a long "truth or truth" session began which the "kids" so loved. It's fun to hear their love stories. Oh, what a balmy night out on the shore under the starry skies can do! Ping regaled me horror stories before we finally hit the sack.
Having taken the last trip back to Hagnaya, we found ourselves stranded on the pier with all the vans out for the day already. It didn't help that both July and Adrian were so wasted having imbibed a whole long necked bottle of the alcoholic beverage by themselves. It took about a 10-minute tricycle drive to Bogo before a welcoming sight of a city-bound bus greeted us.
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