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... Island (pronounced "sicky-*****" - beautiful name I think you'll agree). So the following day we rattled up extra early in a tricycle to the ferry port which was (unsurprisingly) packed with all manner of people, all with the same idea ( the ferry had been cancelled for two days). After I had paid a port entry fee (??) and waited in the wrong queue for half an hour, I found my way to the ticket window which was being beseiged by irate commuters all stranded, ...
... little surprise, less surprising is the 30 pesos each demanded by the porters who we didn’t ask to carry our bags. Mine has wheels FFS! Our porter trundled it as easily as I could have. The young boy making up the trio also asks for payment and he didn’t even carry anything ! J-she relents and crosses their palms with pesos.
Across on the ferry and we arrive at the magical, mystical tropical island of Siquijor. This ...
... So we did it and it was pretty damn cool.
A trip to the Tumalog falls is our part of our itinerary and it’s a very nice waterfall indeed. Dripping mossy rocks showered by a rain of fresh cool water. The light and shadow is just right for a photo-tunity at this early hour.
We are back at the hotel by 10.30am and pack our bags to continue our journey to Dumaguete, Minning walks us kindly in the stinking tropical heat of the day to ...
... For some reason, the medicine tamed the beast for the few hours I had to travel from port to my room in Siquijor.
After 50 minutes on the fastcraft, I still had another 30 minutes of tricycling to San Juan, south of the port. At JJ backpackers, all rooms were full and was recommended to the next accommodation 100 metres down the road. Luck was on my side. Casa Merinda had two ...
... found out, by people bellowing up and down the corridor at 6am.
There was even internet – phew!
headed out early, the streets slightly quieter than usual, and with
some difficulty found a jeepney to Valencia, a small town near the
mountains. It only took fifteen minutes to get there, travelling
through beautiful tree lined streets, crucifixion poster boards
surrounded by piles of flowers and a few NGO buildings.