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Travel Blogs from Dumaguete
... about was This is going to be a scoop! Then my suspense broke when the occupants told us that he went out to town for house visits. What?! It started raining heavily as we left for the hilltop barangay Cantabon where we stopped an hour for shelter. Cantabon although tiny in size, is actually a rather serene place to be in.
I learnt from chatting with Cantabon residents that many had previously worked in Singapore in the 90s as domestic helpers ...
... in The Visayas. But we weren’t alone – a couple of days after we met up in Dumaguete we were joined by Dazza, J-Ro’s recurrent “vacationship” (her term for those romances on the road that are characteristically intense, but limited by circumstances – ie that you are both heading in different directions and live on opposite sides of the world), and the six(!) travel buddies he brought with him.
El pueblo fiesta ...
... next journey began.
remainder of the journey to Dumaguete passed in a sweaty ooze as we
watched the stunning views flashing by, clattering over the bumpy
roads at terrifying speeds as the horn blasted out every few seconds.
As we passed by Malatapay, meaning the seven hour journey was finally
coming to an end, a man got on and we once again squashed up to share
our triple seat with him. It was only then that we realised it ...
... palm tree covered mountain sides and valleys leading to the sparkling
sea. Dodi pointed out his bamboo house, complete with bamboo crib for
his new baby in the front yard, their only child so far.
we made it safely to the lakes, just as a drizzly rain started. Thigh
muscles and knuckles burning from gripping on so hard throughout the
journey we left Dodi to relax and headed down the steps to the first
lake. We had a short climb down ...
... wants to be my new best friend by chatting to me!! Doesn't seem to bother him that my music is still on, i cant hear or understand what he is waffling on about, so all i do is keep nodding!!
About 20 minutes later he staggers off, i just sit there, having one of my thinking moments again, and at about 1am, i say goodnight to D. city.
Got to be up at 5 !!
By the way, we have permanently borrowed a Lonely Planet Guide from reception. Thanks.