Boracay and the final leg of The Philippines
We were told it would be a sin to leave the Philippines without going to Boracay beach, voted second best in the world and first in Asia – and an almost unbearably enthusiastic Cebuano insisted it was essential to save the best until last, so we did… We stayed a night in Iloilo after leaving Bacolod before getting a six hour bus-ride to Caticlan, the jump off point for ferries to Boracay. Iloilo...
Cocks on coaches!
Leaving Siquijor was unpleasant, largely due to the 4.30am alarm call followed by an eerily quiet trishaw drive to the ferry port through dark, deserted back roads. It is probably one of the only times I have been scared since we came away, especially when a motorbike appeared behind us and seemed to be trailing us – still, a few Hail Mary’s soon sorted that out! We arrived at the port with 40...
Boats, bikes, sunsets and fireflies.
The New Year has started with a new – and much better – chapter in the Philippines. Feeling a bit disillusioned after so long in Panglao, being surrounded by wealthy holidaymakers and dirty old gits, we felt like we needed to sample the ‘real Philippines’ and so we headed back to Tagbilaran where the ferry terminal was, on January 2. Unfortunately the rest of the world had had the same idea and it...