My Bohol trip was a series of unfortunate events. Itās all a long story and I tried to forget everything, okay, if not everything, then most of the things that happened. First off, I forgot all about the trip and I havenāt prepared anything at all. I have to cram because I need to buy toiletries and I didnāt even have a spare towel to bring. The backpack that Iām going to use was dusty; it needed to be washed. And all the preparation should only be done within the next 24 hours. So right after work I went to SM to buy my junkies and toiletries. I was home late and was very tired but i still washed my towel and bag. The moment I finished I carried the industrial fan outside to blow dry my hand-washed towel and bag. At last it was time to sleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzz! Buzz! 12:45 Iām late for work. I was so sleepy then and I wanted to sleep on my lunch break but I have to use the time to pack my things. It wasnāt really a good time for me to take off to somewhere because I have tons of work to do besides Iāve been to Bohol several times. I wanted to call off at the last minute but getting away from work and spend the weekend at another place is yet so tempting. So I went on, paid Elvie for my transpo and accommodation. After shift, I had a very quick meeting with the team and left them with instruction for the e-learning module that they have to take. I left them by themselves with the hope in me that result of the e-learning exercise will be fine or that will be another back log; an additional work to my already piling reports.
If I canāt put a stop on my ever filing up reports then Iā doomed for life. Iāll never be out from the office again. I could never go to places and my time will all be OT! OT! Whoaah heck OT! Dreading my thoughts, I hurriedly got out from the building and just in time my head swerve to thinking of food.
7am, and they are drinking!
Iām so preoccupied that I didnāt have time to think how hungry I was. I have not eaten all morning. What a bad day! I headed to Elvieās group and informed them that Iāll be in Ronās grill to grab something to eat. I took my mp4 and left my bag to them. I skedaddled my way to Rons which is 5 stalls away and ordered āhumbaā. Itās a pinoy food where the pork is floating in oil. I sat there waiting for my meal when for no reason my headset stopped working. I banged it in my hands and tried it again to see if it just need whacking and will miraculously work again. How can anyone be so unfortunate? Urgggh! I need to get my spare headset at home so I went to the cashier and told her to pack my order and Iāll be back real quick to get it. But I was away longer than I expected since Krizzy (an old friend I havenāt seen for ages) saw me and called out so I can see her new car and puppy. I was in a hurry and wanted to go directly home but I havenāt seen her for a while and I think it would be rude not to drop by and see how she was. Anyway it wouldnāt hurt if Iāll just rush so I, U-turned and went across the street. I commented on how neat her car was and how I love the red paint or was it crimson. And I took her puppy that was so cute and took a few pictures with him. I forgot momentarily that I was in a run not until I saw my companions gathering their things so I bade Krizzy goodbye. i got home and grabbed my headset from the organizer hanging at the back of the front door and ran back to Ronās but before I could get there I was dragged by Elvieās agents that were leaving. I told them that Iāll just get my food but they are only waiting for me. No more delays or we will miss the ocean jet fast craft.. Crap! I have to leave the food I ordered and a bottle of water in Ronās. Twasnāt fun. twas so hot, Iām sleepy, my throat so parched, my stomach growling with hunger, how much longer will I have to put up with all these bad luck?
We arrived at Pier 1 ten minutes earlier and Iām glad someone passed a donut to me. Whew! I need sugar or Iāll have nervous breakdown! I ate and settled myself in the waiting area when shortly after weāre seated; we were informed that the jet that will take us to Bohol had some technical problems so they had another jet to come over. Oh yes, Perfect! That only means that the trip is delayed for 2 hours! What a burden. I forgot to bring a book; it could have had at least aid my boredom. Iām in a whole lot of people I barely knew so talking to them was out of question. The hours kept on dragging and it seemed that the sea craft wasnāt coming.
there's a lot of these under the table.. :(
I battled with the urge to go home and sleep but each time I have to comfort myself that Iāve come this far and with all those grrrk moments I have tolerated, I canāt give up and get tired now. I waited and I waited until at last the time we need to aboard came. We went on the line and as I was near the dock the guard wanted to see my ticket. I fumbled for my ticket in my bag, I was uneasy because I couldnāt remember where I placed it. Without another word, I went back inside, back to where I was seated and was relieved when I saw a piece of paper below the row of chairs. I was the last person to get on board! Whew!
We docked at Bohol after 2.5 hours of travel and I got up still sleepy. I waited for the group at the side of the pier when I saw these sea beggars ābadjaoā asking me to drop coins. I reached for my coin purse so when I flipped my bag in front of me, my Sony Ericsson phone fell. It happened so quickly I didnāt have time to react. I just stared at the phone slowly sinking when Rommel shouted at the ābadjaoā to get my phone. When i had it, I hastily power shock the phone and dried it. I asked somebody from the group if they have a bottle of distilled water I can use to rinse the phone but all of them disagreed on what I was about to do. I am tired and ashamed that all of the people was looking at me so I have to let it pass, I continually dried my phone with my shirt (all tissues used up) then I went back to the āBadjaoā and gave her a 100peso bill. I walked absent mindedly out of the port and stopped near the gate and waited for the group. I noticed that the sea craft has been long gone but I still didnāt budge and I waited while musing how stupid I was for placing my phone at the side of my bag when I know I rarely zip up the zipper. I donāt remember how long I stood like a fool in the gate when Rommel came back laughing (because I looked so stupid) and called out that they been waiting for me for 15minutes (they thought I went off somewhere to cry). It was funny to think how we both were waiting for each other. I could have laughed out loud of its hilarity if it happened on a different occasion when I am not subjected to any of kind of ill-fate. I was reconciled with the group only to find out that the van driver we hired was fired the same day. So we had no choice but pack ourselves to the only van left in the terminal. Imagine 25 people with big bags and big boxes dumped and squeezed into an 18 seater van? I didnāt complain though because Iām so preoccupied with what happened to my phone. I loved my red SONY phone.
Me and the equally big eyed Tarsier :)
It has a great sentimental value to me because I bought it with my first ever promotion bonus. So I sat at the back near the window oblivious to whatās happening to the rest of the people. Ten minutes later we were moving, we were so jam-packed I can hardly move. i have no right to whine because everybody is feeling the same discomfort Iāve been through so I returned back to the flight of my imagination. We arrived in Panglao after dark; I immediately got off from the van not bothering to extend a helping hand to Elvieās agent carrying those big boxes of groceries. I went inside the house and looked for a place to sleep. I settled in the 55in (something) sofa and retired. Such a wrong move, everybody was thinking that I was just comfortable sleeping there so they gave the space to me. Grrkk. i slept there with the mosquitoes feasting on me for 3 nights. Remember, I canāt complain. When u travel you always have to expect each worse case scenarios, right? So this is just one of the series of it. Booking a hostel near the area is not an option because literally there is nothing near. So I have to be contented with it. I retired early in my short chair (shorter than me) and called it a day.
Day 1 (Bohol Day Tour - Cave, Sandugo, Choco Hills, Alcoy to Pruny, Loboc hanging bridge and Tarsier, Bilar for the man made forest)
In the province they have water schedules. Iāve been told that there will be no water from 5am ļæ½" 6pm. So I have to drag myself up as early as 4am to take a bath. The water was so cold, taking a bath was a torture but I had to endure it. When can I get lucky again? When I finished bathing I went to the āpayagā (nipa cottage) and listened to my overused Sony mp4 player. Colby was singing a pretty lethargic songs so i just sat there day dreaming for two full hours until breakfast was announced. In the table, another problem aroused.
We donāt have a van that will tour us in Bohol. Nice! Didnāt I have enough? Come on! I have already anticipated that it shouldnāt be the last trouble Iām going to encounter on my stay there. I went outside back to the āpayagā leaving the matters to Elvie and the rest of the people to fix. I waited and waited for some good news but none came until noon. Elvie hired 2 vans for us and she and i paid extra for the second v-hire. Fine. I was on the tell-me-whatever-it-is, ill pay mode. So that was settled quickly. We took off for the tour after mid day. We first went to āBlood Compact, Cave, back on the way to Carmen to see the Chocolate hills. I wasnāt talking the whole way; I was silently burying myself to my own thoughts. My camera lens was broken by my friend on my last out of town trip and is still on repair so I only depended on my camera phone but like the camera itself, it was useless! I was blaming myself all the time why I didnāt listen to my instinct not to come. Come to think of it, there were a lot of reasons that I can call off from the trip. My instinct kept on nagging me that Iād better stay in Cebu and rest than go someplace to relax. But all of that I have ignored because of the immense desire to be on the road. And this is all it got me. My Series of unfortunate events! The only time I had enjoyed was when we arrived in Chocolate Hills. It was drizzling then and there were these thin, light filmy fogs at the top of the hills that made the view extraordinarily pleasant, it has a cooling effect even to the soul. I stood at one point there and just appreciating everything around me until later I forgot my present disposition. I began to enjoy. I laughed, talked, joked around with the group, smile for the cam and borrowed a cam and took some shots with Elvieās team. Right after that event everything went out well for me except for an upset stomach during lunch but it didnāt last long, after my puking festival, I was better. Then we moved back to the city, dropped in to see some tarsiers, then forward to the hanging bridge which I so enjoyed shaking while I made others so nervous and scared. After, we went to visit, Pruny the lazy python who doesnāt move an inch in a cage someplace where thereās nothing much to see. Iām not a snake fan so for me it was not worth a visit. Time elapsed and the interest Pruny cast to my companion wore off. Thanks! Its moving time again. We headed to the Cave and took several pictures. It wasnāt really a nice cave, itās not scary and the stalagmite and stalactite werenāt impressive.
My companions were so naĆÆve, they loved the place. But I donāt blame them. They live in the city all almost all their life they didnāt see what I saw in the remote town my university was located. So yes, for me the cave was like a place where thereās no light. I couldnāt really feel it was a cave because the step to get inside was so easy. A staircase was built.. it was so man made!
Night 2 (Drinking Session)
Iām quite tired but had trouble sleeping because the people were so noisy. They were drinking and laughing and yelling at each other as if they are not sitting next to each other and most importantly as nobody was sleeping. To add to that discomfort, the mosquitoes were hovering at me. I ran out of OFF mosquito repellant so I had no choice but cover myself with the sarong while I tried to fit snuggly in my short wooden chair. The noise stretched until the wee hours of the morning. I was so tired and I desperately want to sleep. Several times did I try to hush them up but 10 minutes after theyāre back to their deafening laughter and talks.. Well, u you canāt expect much if you hang out with drunkards (hehe). I increased the volume of my player to drown their voices and only did I sink into the world of slumber. Two hours later I was awaken by the same earsplitting noise. My mp4 was now batt empty. I am usually so tolerant with noisy boozehounds, poor accommodation but with this trip my patience was so volatile. I canāt bear the sound of those drunkards or maybe I get sick to hear that they are so happy and Iām so miserable (hahaha) so I have to charge my mp4.. I asked Rommel to plug the charger because the outlet was located 2feet above my reach. My charger was slightly damaged. The iron rods were unstable and I ignore my foreboding to warn Rommel about it. I counter reacted that heās old enough to figure out what to do with it when I heard a sharp shriek and crash, no doubt Rommel was electrocuted. I was lecturing him after why he wasnāt careful. I looked for my mp4 that was flown away when he retracted his hand from the plug. I was relieved to find my player still intact. The charger was ripped apart and I tired to fix it when Vera grabbed it from my hand and threw it in the trash bin.
The Evil Tarsier!
Resigned, I went back to the āsalaā and checked on Rommel. He was lying, curling like a fetus in floor while holding his right arm. I asked if he was okay and he said, heās never going to bore a child ever. Weird man, I thought. Since he was drunk he fell asleep fast. Now, lets move on to the other drunk who was the reason why I stayed up until 4am. Leluht, Kiffah, Len and Che were drinking Kiluhua, Jose Cuervo, and Mojitos since 7pm and use red horse grande for washing. These people have been drinking since last night. Started early in the morning and was only interrupted by the tour. I really couldnāt understand what they find drinking a fascinating hobby. I guess I really would never understand. I just pity their livers, is all. So kiffa was on the bed semi unconscious but is continually puking. I donāt have any experience on how to attend to drunks up front so I donāt know what to do. But she was a pity sight so I was massaging her belly up and down so she can stabilize her breathing and stop from puking. Well, all was just an attempt but none came out and eventually she was asleep. Che, was very talkative. The people around had a good laugh because she was like a puppet being manipulated. Ask her to sing, dance, or do a cartwheel sheāll do all of āem. She was on the verge of divulging her darkest secrets when her bestfriend couldnāt stand it and asked us to please spare her from the embarrassment and just let her sleep. So we wheedle Che to sleep then we changed her wet clothes and place her comfortably in bed. Everything was amiss. The chairs in the kitchen were upside down, the bottles of beers and wrappers of junkies lay everywhere. The backyard was flooding because itās in the bamboo bed where we first placed the drunks to wash them. It was really a chore. We finished cleaning and returned to bed at around 6:30. I was beat. I slept soundly for an hour.