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Travel Blogs from Dumaguete
... treacherous to get to, down hundreds of steps and over a fast flowing river surrounded by rocks. I was very hungover too, following an introduction to cheap Tanduay Rum by Sam, the French guy. A litre bottle is £1.50! After a couple of days in the university town of Dumaguete I caught the boats over to a tiny island called ...
... by sightings of a ghastly floating body with no legs. Another popular tale is the murder of an elderly faith healer when her child subject (supposedly possessed) died in a ritual gone wryly. I think these are all ploys to scare visitors and developers away from Siquijor so that it will not be *******ised into a party island like Boracay. So clever. I realised only a few days later when I wrote this diary entry that my room at Casa Merinda had no mirrors at all. How ...
... who kept up the tradition of acting like we didn’t exist. Alone this would have been soul destroying, but together we just ended up bursting out laughing, and still look back on that journey with giggles.
Clearly there’s a benefit of sharing memories, good and bad. It’s also nice to have someone to take photos for you knowing they are not going to steal your camera! That’s probably my biggest complaint about solo travel. Other pros are that ...
... Oh, you soooo cute!” as she passed.
little later we climbed aboard a rickety bus and headed back to
Dumaguete through stunning, mountain fringed paddy fields. We left
the bus at Sibulan and headed to the wharf to check if the boats
would be running as normal for our planned journey across to Cebu on
Good Friday. The good news was that they were, although only up to
1pm. A jeepney ride later and we were back in Dumaguete once ...
... showed me my responsibility while we were lifting the anchor. I have to make sure the anchor chain (yup, that's it running into my room) doesn't get tangled as it comes up. Then I cover it back up with the board and pillow. And voila... bed.
We sailed about 40 miles on the first day and stopped in a little bay on the way to Sipalay.
Tonight's dinner was, to put it mildly, even stranger than the first. One of ...