Some things from the south.
Stretching out after over an hour’s worth of flight, I landed in Bohol asking myself if I we didn’t move a muscle from Manila. The place was crowded even if it wasn’t the fiesta, malls are sticking to each other that some has to cut down from the business. If you go from one block, you’ll find three different malls standing next to each other as if trying to own the territory they’ll never be able to. But I was not in the same region, I was standing in a place 2 hours away from home by air; and 2 hours away by land from the yummiest hills in the Philippines.
In the following scrolls you’ll see how bad my eyes are becoming in using an optical viewfinder. You’ll also see how green our country once have been – I hope it goes back to this. In short, the following photographs are raw, bared, wearing nothing but Bohol’s natural beauty. I hope my photos give this beauty some justice.
A short & sweet Tagbilaran escape in the afternoon
Despite Bohol being a closely knit island of the Philippines, I found the people utterly different from one another. How they treat you, how they view the things around them and how they see outsiders. One thing that binds them together might have to be their unified language. Funny cause whenever I talk to a person, another local would yell at him/her, “Tagalog ‘yan!“. To be honest, this is quite saddening. We all live in the same country but speak almost different languages and they have to try harder just to communicate with me.
It was the first time, I think, that I inhaled some colder air in my own country without comparing it to South Korea’s. If I did compare it, it would have to be with Baguio’s. And I feel like that’s a good thing. While I was capturing the splendor of this place, I had to repeatedly tell myself those hills aren’t edible. Lucky for our group it wasn’t the peak season, we were able to indulge in a weather Manila could never imagine and inhale the kind of air Manila would never have.
We didn’t intentionally wanted to visit the Shiphaus because I didn’t see it from one of my researches and honestly, I’m not a big fan of anchors and the like. But Kuya Dodong, our habal-habal driver, insisted saying it was featured in Rated K so he thinks it’ll be worth a visit. Being inside the building was like living with your brother and his weird obsession in becoming a seaman someday. Still, it was nice to have seen it. Definitely worth the P40 entrance fee! If you’re into this kind of stuff, staying at the house is also available from around P1,000 (for 2 persons/night) to P2,000 (for 2 persons/night) depending on the type of room you’d like.
Having low expectations can bring you significant amounts of happy feelings once you really get there. I expected the man-made forest to be just… a typical forest somewhere down below. But then the driver of our habal-habal told us to be careful of the cars, trucks and buses that’s when I realized we were already in the man-made forest! It was the coolest and calming place ever. I wanted to bring my duyan to the place and read a book while I enjoy a cup of hot chocolate. Add the chilly but decent weather and I’d stay there forever. It’s like the setting of Twilight, now that I think about and look at it more. If you want to see how magical and long this was, check out my Bohol vlog!
I asked the driver if I could sit up front so I could take in the view but mostly because my position behind was getting uncomfortable. He said yes and I took a video of the ride which you could, again, watch here.
Bohol was so fun and missing it would be such a shame in your lifetime. :-)