Blame it on this picture on the net!
Who could ever resist such beauty? From that point in time, Bantayan had become my most wanted place to explore. Accomplishing such dream took me over a month to conceptualize: should I go alone? Should I ask others to join? Whatever it will be, may i be alone in this place or not, I will be there. That's what I had in mind.
Okay, my idea of solo-traveling in Bantayan didn't last for so long when some of my friends showed interest in joining. I told myself, why not share whatever experience I could have in this place.
And so, the journey begun.
Early morning of November, D and I plus two of my friends headed to the airport to catch a flight going to Cebu. After an hour in the sky, we landed in Mactan Airport. We took a van going to Hagnaya Port where we had to ride a Roro. It took roughly 4 hours to reach the port. My butt ached, but my excitement ached more than my butt. My anticipation rose high upon reaching the port; seeing a body of water was enough for me to forget my aching butt.
Traveling via a Roro became tedious with the humidity at that time. I was sweating all over and D too felt uncomfortable with so many people inside the Roro.
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| taken at philnews.ph |
Who could ever resist such beauty? From that point in time, Bantayan had become my most wanted place to explore. Accomplishing such dream took me over a month to conceptualize: should I go alone? Should I ask others to join? Whatever it will be, may i be alone in this place or not, I will be there. That's what I had in mind.
Okay, my idea of solo-traveling in Bantayan didn't last for so long when some of my friends showed interest in joining. I told myself, why not share whatever experience I could have in this place.
And so, the journey begun.
Early morning of November, D and I plus two of my friends headed to the airport to catch a flight going to Cebu. After an hour in the sky, we landed in Mactan Airport. We took a van going to Hagnaya Port where we had to ride a Roro. It took roughly 4 hours to reach the port. My butt ached, but my excitement ached more than my butt. My anticipation rose high upon reaching the port; seeing a body of water was enough for me to forget my aching butt.
Traveling via a Roro became tedious with the humidity at that time. I was sweating all over and D too felt uncomfortable with so many people inside the Roro.
