The boats coming in, I am looking at the eerily serene world-famous karst from a deserted part of the Tuan Chua Island. It was a Saturday, our second day in Vietnam, and our first weekend in the country. How many people can say they spent their Saturday afternoon looking at the spectacular Ha Long Bay? Today’s cancellation horror turned out to be one of our best, if not THE best, memory of Vietnam. Advertisements
Each summer of my life has always been memorable. But not all summers have been happy. It was a summer when I lost a young love. It was summer when I lost both my grandfathers. But it was also a summer when I got married and it was a summer when our dear nephew was born. This summer, the summer of 2018, was made more memorable because of my trip to New York but frankly, summer to me has always been about doing new things, reading new authors, and making memories with my family.
There are things I said I would never do — mainly because of fears (heights and depths) and the lack of abilities (swimming). But last Christmas, I swam with sharks and sardines, and a turtle. I thought I would never do certain things. But I should never say never.
I first heard of Hale Manna (which means “good energy” in Sanskrit) when our wedding singer got married there last year. We finally got to visit one weekend this summer to celebrate our parents-in-law’s 43rd wedding anniversary. The place did not disappoint, and I took back to the city with me only good energy.
Siquijor was home to me. But through the years, I have redefined the meaning of home. I have increasingly agreed with the cliche saying, “Home is where the heart is.” I add to that, “Home is where my happiness is,” and my happiness is not always in Siquijor, or is not always associated with a specific geographic location. But summer is always Siquijor to me. This is because I am always happy in Siquijor during summer (and, yes, for some reason, I don’t feel very happy in Siquijor in other times of the year). So to Siquijor I go during summers.
P.S. Please forgive me because I slept the whole time my teammates were exploring the beach… Anyway, after Bojo River, we decided to take the extra 2 kilometers to check out Hermit’s Cove, because, according to one of our teammates, it might be long when we can come back..
This is my second time to visit Bojo River, and, if I was impressed the first time, I was more impressed the second time. I was with my team mates and there is, indeed, more fun in the numbers. We availed of the tour package (P650 per head) and it was actually beyond what I expected. Read on for more details.
Last weekend, my team mates and I had an outing. We thought it would be fun to check out the Bojo River tour but we wanted to stay over night in Aloguinsan and the only place we can afford was Hidden Beach. Why it’s called Hidden was pretty obvious when we knew the place is about 5 minutes by car from the main road.
Bojo River is not a unique tourist attraction. There are many river tours in the Philippines and in the world. What made us admire the river cruise is its organization and the profit-sharing between the local government and the citizens who manage the cruise operations. We think the cruise is one of the best examples of how a government can work together with its citizenry to make the best of what a certain place can offer as a tourist attraction and gain from it in the most socially-responsible and environmentally-sustainable way.
Christmas time, we were able to spend it in my home town, Lazi, Siquijor. The days went by in a blur but we managed to squeeze in family and friends time and visit one of the local resorts in the island.
Happy Thursday! I have a #throwbackthursday post that has been sitting in my drafts folder for more than a year now. And, today, I’m finally going to push out this draft and share a not-very-conventional travel destination in the south of Cebu — Boljoon!