In Which Stacey and Rhys Make Their Great Escape, Find A Tropical Island And Offend Senior Citizens.
9th July 2010
I am sitting in a café in Seoul’s Incheon airport and feeling like there is no giddier high than waiting to board a plane out of South Korea. (Fellow English teachers in South Korea – Am I right?) It’s about 2 hours til we (my boyfriend Rhys and I) fly to Cebu. We haven’t made any plans for our arrival, figuring that we’ll just hang out in Cebu (of which we have very little knowledge) between the hours of 1am and 6am, when we will get a ferry to Tagbilaran, on the island of Bohol. From there, we’ll catch a taxi to Panglao, Bohol’s even littler sibling, where we will be staying at Oops Cottages, a collection of Nipa huts literally a minute from the beach.
In the meantime, we have stuffed ourselves with Bennigan’s finest imitation Mexican food (chicken and bean spring rolls anyone?) which is actually quite good. My body, which has been subjected to an unfairly strict diet and exercise regime over the last month in preparation for the beach holiday is practically zinging with joy at the taste of guacamole, sour crème and deep fried goodness. A sign of things to come, I think.
Saturday, 10th July 2010
I’ve been known to complain a fair bit about the arrivals area in Incheon Airport, most notably because (a)it means the end of vacation and (b)where the heck is the perfume and the Captain Morgan? WHAT AIRPORT doesn’t have DUTY-FREE?
But I digress. My point is that the arrivals area in Cebu makes Incheon airport look like freakin’ Heathrow. It was, granted, around 2am at this point but everything was dark and deserted with maybe 3 staff members, or maybe they were just helpful members of the public. Anyways, the guy at the arrivals desk (I think that’s what it was) told us that if we were looking for a place to crash near the docks, our best bet was Sugbutel, a supercheap hostel. Fair enough. We hopped in a taxi and were on our merry way.
He wasn’t wrong. Sugbutel really is a decent place to crash for a few hours near the docks. I think the way the website describes it as having a “spacious and elegant toilet and bath” is going a little too far. And I hate that it’s impossible to spoon on a bunk bed (Rhys very quickl evicted me from his bunk). But aside from that, it’s not a bad place for a few hours of restless hostel sleep especially for only PHP250.
Saturday 10th July 2010
Well, today was not the most relaxing of days. After a few hours in Sugbutel, we jumped in a cab to take us to the pier. Of course, despite getting there like, 45 minutes early, the lady in the cubicle informed us that there were no tickets to Tagbilaran for another 4 hours or something crazy. After some more pier-wandering (my new least-favourite activity – sorry, paintballing!) we found another company with available seats, booked our tickets and then had an hour to kill which we squandered drinking Dunkin Donuts coffee (haunting us all the way from Korea) and eating tuna and rice.
Anyways, after a smooth ferry journey and a bumpy tricycle ride, we arrived safely at Oops Cottages.
Unfortunately, being occasionally mentally challenged, I forgot to pack any contact lens solution. Despite being blind as a bat without my glasses/lenses, I wasn’t too panicked when I realised this on the plane; after all, in SK you can get lens solution in even the most basic convenience store and there’s one on every corner. Korea 1, Philippines 0. After spending a ridiculous amount of time and money zipping around Panglao in a tricycle, it became apparent that the only way we’d find any would be in the more urban area of Tagbilaran where we’d just come from. (Do people on Panglao have freakishly perfect vision?) By now, Rhys had the look of pained exasperation which I think he’s only invented in the three years since we’ve met, and my bottom was uncomfortably numb from being tricycle bound all day. Nevertheless, to Tagbilaran we went. Also, we had to go there to buy sunblock, because for whatever bizarre reason, nowhere on Panglao can you buy more than a thimble-full.
Tagbilaran is an even scarier place to be a pedestrian than Korea.The only way to cross the street is to momentarily convince yourself that you CANNOT DIE. One thing that I did LOVE, was the fact that all the tricycles had random prayers and excerpts from the bible written above their license plates, in that embellished olden days script that I like to call “chav tattoo.” If this works, I think it’s something the taxi drivers in Korea should adopt as soon as possible.
Later that evening…
We eventually tracked down enough lens solution to last me a good long while, but not before venturing into the mall and offending an entire queue of senior citizens in the pharmacy. I did not mean to invade their queue – I didn’t know it was their queue! We also found out that our Korean bank cards work in the ATMs here – result! Bye bye, responsible budgeting.
It is a gorgeous evening, and it’s wonderful to be relaxing after the missions of the day. Rhys is taking a quick swim while I do some writing, slumped in a beach chair and watching the world go by. The place where we are staying is called Oops cottages – it’s a series of simple nipa huts set slightly back from the beach in a green and leafy area, and it’s attached to Oops Bar which is, according to internet reviews, where all the night life can be found on Panglao.
For dinner, we had chicken sweet and sour and chicken abodo, a traditional filippino dish where the chicken is marinated in a hell of a lot of soy sauce (my favorite quantity, you can never have too much soy!) and served with rice and calamansi. SO good. I could get used to this.