Bantayan Island Day 2: The Quest for Caves

Must eat: Bantayan danggit, a less salty yet more flavorful dried fish than the ones in Cebu City

Our goal on the second day of our Bantayan Island getaway was to visit Ogtong cave and swim in freshwater. It’s not that we were tired of swimming in the beach but more because of I want to experience swimming inside a cave. Sadly though, swimming in the cave is only allowed for checked in guests at the Ogtong Cave Resort. According to the receptionist, this is a DENR directive to preserve the quality of water inside the cave. Walk-in guests can still enter the cave for 100 pesos and take pictures inside. The entrance fee also includes swimming rights to the resort’s pool if you really want a dip in the water. We decided not to see the inside of Ogtong Cave anymore if we didn’t get to swim anyway since there’s one more cave in the island that’s said to be bigger than the one in Ogtong. This cave is located at Bantayan Island Nature Park and Resort which is 30 minutes away from the main beach area.

We had a hard time deciding whether we will push through visiting that other cave because we found the price a little steep (500 pesos round trip). One thing about Bantayan: getting around the island will burn your travel money fast. If you can avoid riding the tricycles to get to where you’re going, you can save a lot. For those who can ride a motorcycle, you can rent motorcycles in your hotel or at one of the stalls along the main road on an hourly or daily charging. They also rent out bicycles which is what we did. Bikes are 35 pesos per hour and 150 pesos per day, which is not bad considering a 10-minute tricycle ride will already cost you 80 pesos. If there’s one thing I regret in our trip, it’s not renting out bicycles from Day 1 not only because of the money we could’ve saved but also because it was so much fun and freeing getting around the island on a bike.

The road to Bantayan Island Nature Park and Resort is not paved so we were bouncing inside the sidecar throughout that ride. Very hard butt massage we experienced on that trip. We visited on a Monday and lucky for us, that’s when they rehabilitate the water so no one is allowed to swim. We were butt massaged for nothing. But since we were there anyway, we decided that we might as well see the cave for a 75 pesos entrance fee. And it was a letdown. I thought that there will be some spelunking involved but it was basically just a hole in the ground with some water in the bottom.

Cave at Bantayan Island Nature Park and Resort

We ended our day on a low note BUT I would definitely go back to Bantayan and next time I won’t stress about seeing and experiencing all the things the island has to offer. I will just stay on the beach, drink a cold mango smoothie, probably read a book and ride my bike out whenever I get hungry. Here’s a photo of Sisig-Stuffed Squid from Zubuchon to make us all happy:

YES.

Read the first part of our trip to Bantayan.

Welcoming summer at Bantayan Island

I have visited Cebu multiple times last year yet I only got to see its beaches this year. I went to Moalboal last January which is in the southern part of Cebu. But to start off the beginning of summer, I decided to go up north and visit Bantayan Island.

Bantayan is five hours away from Cebu City if you include the waiting time, so if you’re planning to go there, I suggest you wake up early and ready your butts for prolonged sitting. To get to Bantayan Island from Cebu City, go to the North Bus Terminal and take the bus bound for Hagnaya. The air-conditioned Ceres buses cost 150 pesos. I love riding provincial buses because you’re forced to listen to cheesy songs you wouldn’t willingly listen to like April Boy Regino, Air Supply and Freddie Aguilar. But for people with low tolerance for this, definitely bring something to entertain yourself because it is a long ride.

The bus ride takes almost three hours, the last stop of which is at Hagnaya port where you will purchase your ferry tickets to get you to Santa Fe port. Our bus which left at 6:20 am arrived just in time to catch the 9:30 am boarding for the Island Shipping Ferry. A ticket to Sante Fe port is 170 pesos plus 10 pesos terminal fee. This will not be first class accommodations so be prepared. Basically you’ll be sitting on long plastic chairs for an hour, hopefully not nursing sea sickness.

Once you get to Santa Fe port, you will be bombarded by porters and tricycle drivers offering their services to take you to your hotel or better yet suggest a hotel where you could stay in. We researched for hotels in Bantayan and liked these three based on pictures and reviews: Anika Island Resort, Ogtong Cave Resort and Cou Cou Bar, Hotel and Restaurant. We went to our first option Anika Island Resort because it’s the hotel directly in front of the beach. We were lucky and got their last available courtyard room which is 1500 pesos per night.

Beachfront of Anika Island Resort. Photo courtesy of Mr. Lopsided.

Anika Island Resort is one of the main reasons that I would want to go back to Bantayan. I was very impressed. Even though their courtyard room is tiny, it is still very comfy and cozy. I always love it when I get to stay at a hotel or resort that uses white bedsheets and they had that as well. Plus the room is very clean and all the appliances are working. I also love their attention to detail because they have showers outside and a faucet on the foot of the stairs so that you could wash off the sand before you climb up to your room. And there’s always a staff of Anika cleaning the beach from seagrass that washed up on the shore unlike the other resorts in that area.

Bantayan Island boasts of sand as fine as powder and they were not kidding. It is the kind of sand that you could easily wash off, sand that doesn’t hurt your feet or knees, sand that’s almost as soft as clay when it’s wet that you can attempt to make a ceramic mug out of it. I could just lie on that soft sand all day and bake under the sun. Just one thing though, the water smells a little like gasoline by late afternoon, probably because of the ferries that dock at the Santa Fe port.

Super fine and soft sand at Bantayan Island

We capped off our evening with dinner at Ogtong Cave Resort which is 20 minutes away from Anika by pedicab. A pedicab or padyak, as the locals call it, is just a bicycle with a sidecar attached to it. You can also take a tricycle to Ogtong Cave Resort for a faster trip but we decided on a pedicab for a change of pace. I really enjoyed this pedicab ride because it epitomized life at Bantayan – slow, relaxed and quiet. The night was cold but comforting, and the moon shone brightly, its light peeping every so often in between the leaves of coconut trees. The smell of grilled fish pervaded the island. And the road was quiet and dark broken only by the sounds of motorbikes driving by or the barking of dogs.

Anika Island Resort at night.

If you want a relaxing summer vacation, Bantayan Island should definitely be one of the places you should consider visiting.

Read Day 2 of our trip to Bantayan.

Zombie Apocalypse

The Walking Dead TV series is finally coming back tomorrow after its mid-season break. It’s been a while since I’ve had my serving of gore so I AM PSYCHED. There’s always a guessing game of who will die next. I wish it so bad to be Merle but it could easily be Glenn or Daryl next. There are still so many questions. Is there a refuge for non-zombies out there? Will there ever be a cure? How did it even get to the point that everyone carries a strain of the virus? Did they use a Ganali device like in The Amazing Spider-Man? Was this an evil ploy all along by Dr. Curt Connors? Give it up, Dr. Connors!

And all this got me thinking, will I survive a zombie apocalypse? I want to say yes but let’s be honest here, I won’t  and here’s why:

  1. I don’t know how to use a gun. We’ve all got to defend ourselves from those brain-munchers and the easiest way is to shoot their brains before they eat ours. I’m afraid that I might actually die trying to load bullets or accidentally shoot someone in my group or worse, myself. And we can’t all be samurai-wielding badasses like Michonne. By the time I can kill a zombie with a sword, I might have already slashed two to three fingers, a toe, and an ear in the process.
  2. I wear glasses. Visual impairments are a weakness. I mean, have you seen a glasses-wearing person survive a zombie apocalypse except for that pseudo-scientist guy that works for The Governor? No. Even Hershel doesn’t wear glasses and he’s the token old, wise guy. I really have to get that Lasik eye surgery before shit goes down.
  3. I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle. Sure, it’s not that bad since I can at least drive a stick shift but what if I got into a situation where there’s a mob of zombies behind me and the only means of escape is this motorcycle which I don’t know how to operate. Basically, I will die of a heart attack from trying to outrun the mob.
  4. My camping skills suck. I can deal with living in tents and cooking fish caught in a river or something to that extent. But I cannot for the life of me start a fire from scratch. Of course I hope it never gets to the point where I need to start a fire from scratch but this is the zombie apocalypse, people! Anything can happen! Get on with the program. (Come on, Jen. Let’s be real. It will never get to that point because you will be dead eating a poisonous berry in the woods.)
  5. In relation to these poisonous berry ingestion event, I may also die because I have no knowledge on practical cures. I only know that you can use vodka on a great many things. Which things, I don’t know. Probably, I will use vodka during the zombie apocalypse to kill myself by alcohol poisoning.

So basically I’m going to be like Lori or Season 1 Carl because I’m a burden, only worse because I won’t live as long as them. I just hope that I’m as fashionable as Daryl and die with a kickass poncho.

Diagon Alley

My mother, bringer of the best things in life, introduced me to the Harry Potter books when I was eleven. I used to read only the Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine and detective stories but she probably decided that it was time I expanded my reading repertoire. I was skeptical at first because this is a different genre. Also, when my mom asked me to read it, she already bought the first two books in the series, The Sorcerer’s Stone and The Chamber of Secrets. I was not used to reading something that doesn’t end with just the one book. And what did my mother know anyway? Answer: Only the greatest stuff. Whoever you are who suggested to my mom to let me read Harry Potter, I am eternally grateful.

And so I entered the wizarding world with Harry, Ron and Hermione (which I used to read as her-mee-yown until I saw the first movie trailer) and I was in awe. I was all, “I feel you, Harry. This is scary and amazing and we’ll get through this no matter what.” I just wanted the best for this kid because he had been through so much at such a young age. But what I wanted most of all was to get a letter from Hogwarts.

I’m not quite sure but I think I’m the first person to read Harry Potter in our class because I was the one lending the books for my other classmates to read. I breezed through the first two books and was keen to get started on The Prisoner of Azkaban. My mom said I should just borrow from one of my classmates, which I did, but I vowed that I would get my own copy one day. After I finished Azkaban, I was shocked to learn that there is no Book 4 yet. What was I supposed to do with my life until then?

The day The Goblet of Fire was released, I dragged my mom’s ass to National Bookstore to get my copy. All the copies were hardbound. And hardbound books, as I will painfully know that day, are much more expensive. If I remember correctly, it was around 800 pesos. My mom said that it was too expensive and we should just wait until a paperback is available. BUT WHEN WILL THAT BE?! I was fighting tears because if felt like I had been waiting for this for the longest time. And I’m getting tired of rereading the first three books. I want to know Harry’s next adventure! My mom took pity on me and bought me the book. I did not beg for it though, you guys. I just quietly suffered, which is more effective.

It was almost three years after the release of Book 4 when the fifth installment in the series The Order of the Phoenix finally came out. This time I saved my money so that I wouldn’t have to cry over how expensive it is. I also did not cry when Sirius died which I still blame Harry for. Dumbledore’s death in The Half-Blood Prince was also no tearjerker because the old man died on his own terms. But I wasn’t able to handle myself over Dobby’s death. Here was a creature who didn’t want to cause any harm to anybody and just wants to be of help and HE DIES?! I am not able. ALL THE TEARS! I literally had to stop reading because I was bawling.

To be honest, I didn’t fully grasp Dumbledore’s (aka Harry’s hallucination) explanation when Harry “died” the first time I read The Deathly Hallows. It was probably on my third read when all the details clicked. It was also a couple of years after when I fully appreciated the magnitude of Harry’s sacrifice for his friends and his school, how much courage it took to walk alone to your death. But we were there, just like his dead parents, Sirius and all the people who loved him. So guess what Harry, even when you’re alone, you’re not really alone. Because of the Sorcerer’s Stone, we’ll always be there.