We hit 3 islands in less than a week, to say we where on the road would be an understatement. We where on the road, across the sea, climbing mountains and braving any available means of transportation. The only time i got a good look at my bag was when it was strewn in the aisle of a humid bus next to a cage of chickens or in the rows of a freezing ferry next to sleeping children.

We left behind the long slender mountainous island of Cebu and crossed the narrow calm passage at Lito-an over to the Island of Negros. With it’s volcanic dark soil the beaches looked like crunched oreo, washed wet by the foamy sea.

With just a single night in Dumagette, we saw the local market, ate dinner at the popular Rizal Avenue and even made our way out to the bars on the outskirts of the city. I can see why people come here, compared to Cebu the size of the city just makes it very manageable, and because of it’s heritage and university it seems that the locals are ‘used’ to foreigners, which means you can walk the streets without anyone shouting ‘Hey Joe!’ after you.

Late checkins and early checkouts had become the rule rather than the exception. Our alarms went off at the same time at around 6:00 am as the sun dawned on a new hotel room. We gulped down the usual Filipino breakfast. The streets where waking up and we caught a tricycle to the harbor and jumped on a ferry bound for Tagbilaran, Bohol.

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