Clock ticked past 2 minutes the time, I hurried my way to the 6-am-planned meet up. Yeah, I know, I am a minute or so late and I am lucky enough that I am in the Philippines where people won’t mind a bit of that discrepancy, hehehe. My anticipation for this trip left me few exciting sleepless hours and just enough energy to keep me excited along the way, well, if you may guess… it was a scribbled and scratched plan that happened to come true because of the decisiveness of our youthful impulsivity.
Along the busy line of businesses and amidst the raging danger of recession… I found myself marveling a huge grocery store and grabbing my travel food picks. I bought my menthol candy, fit n’ right drink, kornets and other half’s c2, boybawang and mr.chips.
The feeling is more than the satisfaction of shopping stuff… ‘Cause its food that you look forward to share it with someone. It took us an hour to shop and wait for the V-hire to set wheels on the road to the south.
I couldn’t help but notice how smooth the roads were constructed in heading to our destination, as to compare to our city streets where bumpy rush-constructed roads would greet your urban “laag” moments. After 2 hours of prospering Cebu site seeing, we then had a clearer welcoming view of the municipality of moalboal. Clueless of where to go and where to park ourselves to a more comfy-staying place, we took the chance of asking around the tricycle drivers and met MANG TONY. He brought us to barangay BASDAKO and it took us around 8 minutes to reach “MAGIC’S PLACE” where we stayed for 2 nights. It was a non-aircon room and only a sheet of cloth to curtain the CR and bathroom. It was just as strategic among other accommodations. A minute walk from our place would lead you to an array of carenderia and videoke-han. Food was really okay, considering the price we’ve spent for each meal. An order of pancit would cost you Php10 and an order of nilatch-ang baka or baboy would cost you Php25. It was
all-good, and to top it all with a perfect healthy dessert, a saging worth Php1.
Moalboal is a must-visit beach in cebu for its almost-white-sand stretch. Across the beach is a site of the province of Negros. Locals would call moalboal a “kantilado” beach, meaning few steps would place you on a sudden deep. It’s a scuba diving and snorkeling haven. Fishes in the sea is literally everywhere. As we were enjoying the beach, sand and sun… near the seashore, striped yellow and black aquarium fishes would come to you in no fear. It was gorgeous and amazing.
Our second day, we went to KAWASAN FALLS. No “mang tony” took us out to the lungsod for it was again, a scribbled plan. We waited for the CERES bus to arrive to bring us to Matutinao. But prior to riding a roller-coaster like bus in the back seat, we went to Moalboal’s church ruins and their church as well, we prayed our lives out and prayed for an overflowing joy and a fulfilling life of love and everything.
We walked from the highway of matutinao, badian for almost 15 minutes in order for us to appreciate the semi-majestic falls of Kawasan. It was a breath-taking site for nature again conquered our get-away imagination. But guess what? I’m with “talawans” and I belong, at least a bit.hehehe. 2 laps in the falls, and that’s it. We went back to moalboal, and brought us one nature tripping experience… and I commend the banana we bought in kawasan.
Arriving in the lungsod, we were super hungry and so we feast over bbq, gulay and another pork ulam in a carenderia with unattentive tinderas for reasons of overly appreciating our feces, I mean Faces. Hahaha… it was overwhelmingly annoying yet funny.
One thing I won’t forget, our karaoke experience in the beach where we sang our hearts out and as if no one is listening, but it took us a swift surprise when group of Americans were assembled at the back and were cheering and clapping… it was momentous yet embarrassing. Ofcourse, the RH Moment and the fried chicken feast that we ordered from Manang of the Magic’s made us inhibited in spirit. But, happily, we’ve made some friends with some people having their backpacking skills to enjoy the moalboal.
Every bit of this trip, tortured me with love… of love, nature, friendship, family, and GOD.
The impulsivity we had has drowned us to positive experience. It may be scribbled and scratched, but one thing’s for sure… we’ve made the most beautiful sketch that forever and ever we will cherish. LOVE forever!
