The Gift of Goodbye

 How many times have you ever said goodbye? From someone who provides nothing but toxicity in your life, a job that doesn’t help you to grow and develop the career path that you really wanted, a situation that makes you feel bad at the end of the day or even to an opportunity you felt that will not fit you.

  

I have had uttered many “goodbyes” in my life. From people who hurt me physically, emotionally, mentally and even spiritually, several jobs that have made me feel unhappy, from situations that only made me doubt myself and to a few opportunities wherein I know deep within me it is not what I really want.

  

Letting go of such things is difficult, painful, heart breaking and will leave you crying for a while. But these feelings that will occur after you have let go are TEMPORARY. Staying is not and should never be an option. Because staying, when you know it will not help you grow to become a better person is far worse than having to endure the pain of saying goodbye.

  

I have come across different kinds of people; friends who are there only when they need you, dead-end relationships that will continuously haunt you if you choose to stay rather than being freed from it, people who challenges your faith and people who just does not give a damn about you. One thing that I have learned as I undergo a major reconstruction is that I AM SPECIAL and I should never let anyone make me think otherwise.

  

On People

 

It’s only been months when I decided to let go of 10/27/2014. Everything seemed to go our way the first few months and suddenly everything changed. I found myself in a text and call war with him almost every single day. I deeply care for him but then I realized that I do care for myself too. I should care more about myself above anything else and so one day, I told him that the relationship is going nowhere. We said goodbye. From that time, after I hit the red call button on my phone to end our last phone call, I cried. The pain was beyond imaginable. I have been with this person every single day only to end it one day, we even planned a crazy and effin future ahead. But now I was able to fully comprehend that it was the right decision. If I had chosen to remain in that toxic relationship, I will never be able to grasp the idea that I love myself enough to let go. I was able to give myself a permanent break away from the excruciating words, the unpleasant moments of silence among the other things 10/27/2014 did to me. I loved him but I love myself more.

  

I had this friend, I shall name her Emily (instead of using her own name) for several months. She is few years older than me. We met in a yoga class and from then on we became friends. She is married and has children but we do still see each other often since we used to go to the same yoga classes several times a week. There is this one guy that we met from the same class. He is nice and handsome and tall – the works of a hot guy to be exact. After our yoga class, Emily and I would usually stay in a coffee shop nearby to chat and one day she invited him to come with us without even informing me beforehand, however I did not mind it as this guy is new to class and perhaps will not be going to our classes most of the time (P.S. There are only really a handful of guys doing hot yoga from where I was enrolled) so I shrugged it off. One thing led to another, I started to notice that she would excuse herself from having coffee because she has to go somewhere else. I did not mind it at first because I trust that she probably needs to be somewhere else. It went on for weeks, she would even skip yoga classes (which is not like her because she is devoted to doing yoga) but like before I just thought that maybe she is busy with her kids. During one of my classes, our other friend asked me why me and Emily do not go out for coffee anymore and why she missed some of our classes. I told her that Emily is probably attending to her kids’ needs though I can feel that she is meeting this hot guy which I based from some of her text messages. The following day, as I was walking to my yoga class I saw her going out of a hotel with this guy and they were all over each other. I knew from the moment she saw him at our session that she fell for that guy. Emily decided to show up few days after to our yoga class and asked me out for a tea. I agreed because I want to know what is happening with her. And like some of the other women, she denied it. Every single time I ask, she denies – and I asked several times, giving her the opportunity to tell me the truth. I started to take some distance away from her. I am her friend but lying to me is one thing I cannot and will not tolerate. Few weeks I have not heard from her until our other friend told me that they were caught by the guy’s girlfriend.

  

I took few steps away from her which eventually ended our friendship because she lied to me and she was my friend. How will I be able to trust her with anything else when she chose to hide something? I’ve come to realize at that time that maybe it is time for me to let go of her. Few months after, I heard from someone in our class that her marriage is failing and that her husband is filing annulment of their marriage.

  

I shared a lot with this person, I trusted her with girl secrets and anything that goes with it and so when our friendship ended, it felt like something was torn off from me but then now I knew that it was the right thing to do. Not to mention that she cheated on her husband.

  

On Job and Opportunity

 

I have been a nurse for more than five years now. Right after graduation, I immediately took the nurse licensure exam and thankfully I passed it the first time I took it (all nighters paid off). Two months after, I got my license and started to look for a job. At that time I saw myself pursuing Psychiatric Nursing but since it was very hard to get a job here in the Philippines, I applied to one single home care clinic for psychiatric patients and I got the job. To be honest, I never did any voluntary nurse work here nor have to pay any hospitals to let me work or volunteer there without pay (yes it happens here). Before I got the call from the owner of the home care clinic, I enrolled in the graduate school to take up Master’s Degree. It was my back up plan in case I didn’t get hired. But perhaps it was destiny that I got both. I landed my first job with pay and I was accepted in the university I want to enroll in. I worked for three straight years in the home care. My stay in patients and I were able to grow and develop the rapport needed but one day something happened. My grandmother from Davao City got sick and was confined in the hospital for a very long time. She kept on asking for me – to see me. But as much as I wanted to hop in on the next plane to go there and be with her, I can’t. At that home care clinic, there are only two employed nurses. Me and the other girl. If I leave, she will be left taking more shifts to cover up for me which in turn will be very hard for her. It is somehow difficult for the management to temporarily hire another nurse to cover for me since it is a psychiatric home care clinic. Weeks passed by, one night as I was wrapping up my shift – I was working the afternoon shift, I got a call from my mom who was in Davao with my dad informing me that my grandmother passed away. Still, her last words was her desire to see me. It literally and painfully broke my heart. I know I could leave the clinic anytime I want but I care so much for the patients who are looking after our group sessions and I just cannot leave just like that. It took two more days before I was able to get into a plane to see her – my lifeless grandmother. As I walk towards the door to her wake, something within me is killing me. She wanted to see me but even that simple request, I was not able to give her. I walked towards her coffin and cried. I apologized but then I knew nothing will ever change. My cousins told me about how much she wanted to see my face and how much she wanted to say goodbye to me. But I chose my patients. My used to be patients. I spent few more days there until her funeral and went back home to work. But everything changed. Suddenly, I was not happy anymore. How could I ever choose these strangers over my dying grandmother. I tried to overcome it for a couple of weeks until one day, I decided to file my resignation letter. I worked there for three rollercoaster years and spent most of my time with those patients but perhaps because of what happened I suddenly felt that I cannot give what I have given before which was compassion. I just wanted to take a break and so I did. I took two months off from work. Most of it was spent back in Davao. Yes, I flew back there and visited my grandparent’s grave few times and tried to find myself – which I successfully did. After that break, I applied once again in a huge institution for psychiatric patients and got the job. I think that was fate again working for what is meant for me. One year I stayed there until my contract ended but few months after I was asked to go back for they want to renew my contract. It was an opportunity that other nurses will never think twice but to get it. I did not. I wanted something else for myself. I knew it was an opportunity that if I let it pass, I may never ever get the same break again. I prayed and fully listened to my heart if that is what I want. Deep within me, I found the answer, I did not sign in the dotted lines. If I have signed in there I wouldn’t be able to meet the friends I have met in the next hospital I applied to. It was different from the four years I spent being a nurse which I believe to be the exact thing that I want. For starters, few months after I started working there, I was able to finish my thesis for the graduate school that earned me a Master’s Degree in Nursing. I can never forget the joy in my father’s face when he walked up that stage during my graduation. I spent more than a year in that hospital and resigned.

  

No, I do not have the habit of resigning, rather, I have the habit of looking deeply into what myself really desires. If it is something that does not make me happy, if it is something that makes me drag myself everyday to go to work, if it is something which does not inspires me anymore and if it is something that is not helping me become the person I want to be then it is time to walk away and start paving my path towards the job nor the career that I really want for myself. You can never open the new door that may lead you to the life you want to be in unless you close the other door.

  

Developing the courage to finally let go of those things or people or situations or even a job or an opportunity will aid you in finding nor being in a place where you deserved to be. Do not let such things hinder you from being completely happy and let you be where you deeply desire to be in. It may sting for a while, that I can attest to, but it is only temporary. The pain of leaving anything or anyone will make you grow stronger and braver to face the life you have yet to discover. It is scary; you do not know if there is another job offer for you, nor if you will meet anyone again after a dead-end and toxic relationship nor after letting an opportunity pass you by but everything and anyone who is MEANT for you will be there for you at the right time but it does not mean that you have the liberty on getting stuck on something or with someone who brings you down. You will know that it is meant for you because it will feel right and more importantly you will feel good about yourself and for yourself.

    

A Wandering Princess

3:00 AM Phone Calls

It is past 4 in the morning and sleep hasn’t found me yet. I read several books, blogged, watched recaps of How To Get Away With Murder and yet I am wide awake. I opened my Whats app to check the last logged in of a certain person. I was surprised to see messages from him telling me that he saw my post here. When my phone buzzed I thought it was just another notification on twitter, apparently I was wrong. I didn’t know he still reads my blog. After few replies, I closed the app and opened Candy Crush Soda hoping that it will bore me and force me to sleep when suddenly my phone rang. I almost dropped my phone but held tightly to it because this certain person is calling.

  

For a split second I thought of not answering the phone. I mean this certain person only calls whenever he has a free time from work. One missed call. As I was to put down my phone it rang again and this time I answered. I am glad I did because he was literally like an exploding volcano. He kept ranting on some guys at his work and I know how hard and tiring and nerve wrecking it is to work with some people he is working with. I honestly do not mind this. I mean, I know he is very talkative which I surprisingly adore. Like seriously, he can go on for hours nonstop and I strongly believe that he will go on if only he is not at work. I let him open up and say whatever he wanted to say because I want him to calm down afterwards. I know he is not done talking when he said that he needed to hung up. For a moment, I realized I have not said anything except for “hello” and “you need to calm down” and “want a hug?“. For that 10:53 minutes call, he did all the talking and still I am in no way complaining. I am not compelled to answer him but I want to be there for and to listen to him.

  

I sent him a text message since I was not able to talk as much as he did. It was good to hear from him though too bad that it is under such circumstances. I have a lot of people on my Whats App, I opened it once again to check my call log and I noticed that almost all are from him; only four call logs from one other person and everything else is him. Most of our phone calls were more than one hour. I guess the longest we continuously talked is about three or four hours.

  

We both have given each other so much of our time talking and texting that somehow helps us to get to know each other better. Pictures are sent from time to time; he has the highest number of pictures sent and not to mention all the videos of him talking – it consumed like more than 2 GB of my phone memory. I can create an entire video album of him because he sent a lot. Our shared media gallery in Whats App is 224. But frankly, 95% of that 224 is HIM. Out of the 224, 54 of which are videos of him.

  

I have pushed everyone I met online away except for this one certain person. Honestly, I have had thoughts of pushing him away but no matter how I try to do it, I just cannot get myself to really do it. We do not talk every single day like we used to but I know he is trying whenever he can and when he isn’t playing Resident Evil 6 with his roommate Richard (oops!). I wanted him away from me because I am getting used with him being “around” and I think that it is not good but it feels good. It is so confusing. Probably it is because of how happy he makes me feel. You know, the smile that your lips make when you see someone who really means to you is calling or even just an effin text message. He has that kind of magic over me and I do want to believe he is aware of that. Oh I know he is fully aware of that! Also, (this he do not know) I have this kind of “deadline” for guys; we will only communicate for one month then its done and it happened with everyone except him. It is past two months now since we met. He is an exemption.

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Starting Over Again

I have been thinking about writing about how I want to be in love again but I cannot find the words to express the desire because I somehow feel that I still have doubts within myself. I used to share every single love and lost that I had been through here in this blog. I hid all of it because that chapter of my life is over. I felt in love, I got my heart-broken, I linger in the pain, I let myself feel the pain and slowly – as days passed by I was able to overcome it. I became stronger and perhaps wiser.

  

I used to hate love. While I was still at the bottom of my rather heavy life I get to meet someone who understands me very well. He helped me conquer my demons. We have so much in common and share the same interests. We both even hate love. He has a different reason; he used to be involved in different wars and he also got his heart-broken by women. I used to hate love because it breaks and ends and I do not want to put myself much so my heart in such agony. But he changed me. He changed us. Every single day, we will talk over the phone for hours and hours. We even have this silly “coffee time”; it’s just we drink coffee at the same time. I felt secured somehow because with him, I felt I have a friend. Someone I can depend on and someone who will cheer me up. We live in a different timezone but sometimes, when he feels that I am sad or tired because of work, he’d always call. He would even send silly pictures of him just to make me laugh and it worked every single time. One day, something happened. We dived into a relationship wherein we both know we are not ready for. From that point on we always fought even with little misunderstandings. We agreed on being friends but because we let the feelings get involved in our relationship in a much deeper sense, we ruined everything. The last thing I remember, I was with another friend at that time when we started fighting (out of the so many fights we had) I decided to go to my aunt’s place. I took a cab and once I got inside I started crying. I was sobbing so hard that I cannot breathe that the cab driver kept on asking if I need to go to a hospital for oxygen (he didn’t know I am a nurse). We continued to exchange text messages on that same day but it mostly contained why we need to move on, why we have to leave each other and why we need to stop talking with each other.

  

Truthfully, I do not know how or what I feel towards him and I did not bother to try to really analyze what happened because whatever conclusion I could get, it ended. We ended a beautiful friendship over something I cannot and will never understand. We both hated love and so it is very much impossible for either one or both of us to be in love. He is very much familiar what took place when my last relationship ended. How it shattered me into pieces and how I have been trying so hard to put back what’s left of me. He loved how I write. I could say that somehow he was my “number 1” reader. He always get the first dibs. But no matter how beautiful the relationship was; whatever we had been was thrown out of the window.

  

I cut all the type of communication we used to have. I stopped chatting online with everyone except for two people; Gary and Jack. I could somehow fully say now that it was the reason why I stopped chatting or rather he was the reason why I stopped at all. I let go of Gary however few weeks ago because he always wanted to be in a relationship and I just do not feel the same way and I do not want to keep him from finding the kind of love he always wanted.

  

I took sometime for myself again. I do not mind it because one thing I learned is that you have to completely love yourself first before you can ever give love to anyone. One can never give what he or she doesn’t have. I was able to do things I always wanted to do for myself; I read a lot of books, watched movies and go shopping with friends, indulged myself with different treats, went out to bars and hang out with friends, more importantly I started to write again; one thing I was not fully able to commit myself to because I was too busy mending my used to be broken heart. I was able to plan and take the trips I wanted. I was able to do CSI Las Vegas marathon.

  

As I took my below zero degree beer in Samal Island, something struck me. I want to be in love again. I want to feel love. Another chance, shot, try, gamble to be in such a magnificent feeling. I am comfortable with being single and so I took time for myself. But now the reason I am feeling this is I guess because of one person. I want to blame him but I know he will tell me “that is all you Chua” and he will laugh at it.

  

Starting over again is not easy. It never meant to be easy but this time, I am not going to push anyone away as I have done several times just because I wasn’t ready. Love hurts, breaks, and ends but it is also beautiful and kind and the most amazing feeling anyone could ever endure.

  

Love,

A Wandering Princess.

Should I Kiss Dating Goodbye?

As I browse today through tons of pictures of guys from all over the world, I somehow thought to myself why am I doing this? I stopped doing this for months now because something bad happened and somehow I grew tired of such routine. It became a routine to a point that the term “fun” is taken out of the online dating thing and now I saw myself sorting through different pictures of guys. As I sort, passing pictures after pictures I wondered what the hell am I looking for?

There were people I used to chat with who are still there and there are newbies who kept on asking about my relationship status or those who kept on sending the typical “hello” text. There are of course those people who only want to see you naked. Yup. I know you know those kind of people. There are also those who wanted a serious relationship. I asked myself, what am I doing? What is it that I am looking for? Am I ready; emotionally and physically to be in this situation again? I honestly do not know the answer.

When I stopped doing this online dating thing months ago, I decided to keep few people I met online and have chatted with them until now and I do consider them friends. There were only two. Although one of them I had to let go because he wanted more and I cannot give it to him no matter how hard he tried and so I pushed him away. At this point I am left with just one person I met online. I like him. I really do. But I can feel he doesn’t feel the same way. He is in that age when all he wanted to do is work. We talk regularly somehow but I wanted more. I then thought that perhaps I am ready. I believed that something bad may happen but I told him that I like him. And from that point on, I knew he is gone. But one thing about this person that I can never forget is how good he make me feel.

As I randomly flip through the profiles and after replying to a number of messages I decided to close my mobile data and stop. I do not want to do it. I do not want to riffle through countless number of profiles. I thought I want it. I thought I need it but I was wrong. I said I was ready, but not to open myself and become vulnerable to everyone but to one person. Just that one person. That person who make my heart skip a beat.

Ready For Your First Ink?

For years I have been wanting to get my first ink. For five years, I know exactly what I want to put in my skin and finally, I got the courage and determination to do it. This decision is not entirely based solely on my desire to get inked but rather I did take my time to give some thoughts about it. Are you thinking about getting your first tattoo? Well then, let me somehow guide you through it.

  

1. Take Time on YOUR Design

Choosing what to put on yourself is vital when you decide to get your first ink. When I had my design or rather the words I want to be permanently be in my body I took time to really think about it; the design, the location and more importantly, will I be able to live with it? Several times, I had temporary ink of the design I want to see and feel it before I decide it to be done permanently which also called as henna tattoo. I do strongly believe that when deciding on the tattoo you will be getting you have to consider how strong your desire is towards that tattoo. Don’t be pressured on what other people thinks. After all, this is YOUR body and you will be living with this ink forever.

  

PS. Please AVOID at all costs putting names. Especially if it is the name of your girlfriend or boyfriend or spouse or even your best friend. One do not know how long your relationship will last. Be practical. Why would you spend so much for a tattoo that you might regret when things go sour between the two of you?

 


  
 

2. Tattoo Location

Where you put your tattoo is also as important as the design itself. One needs to consider their occupation; whether it is allowed to have visible tattoos and lifestyle. If you love the outdoors then you have to know that right after getting your tattoo it is a must not to expose it to sunlight for more than two weeks.

 

   

3. Know Your Pain Tolerance

Quite honestly I have a low pain tolerance but I still had my first ink on my left wrist. If you have low pain tolerance then I guess it would be wise to skip your face (not a very wise location in any way), hands, ankles, neck, feet or any bony part. It would be wise to choose a “meaty” part since this will be less painful. It does honestly hurt but I managed it because of my strong desire to have it on my wrist. The pain level depends on your pain threshold; from a little painful such as uncomfortable but tolerable to almost or passing out of your chair.

 

   

4. Choose Your Artist

I did take my time researching for the tattoo artist who will be doing my first tattoo. I even take into consideration that they need to be DOH (Department of Health) certified. I am a nurse, therefore I want my ink to be done by someone who can be trusted. I also did consider someone who has been in the business of doing tattoo for a very long time. I had mine done by Vice Ink Tattoo who also does tattoos to celebrities.

 

   

5. Don’t Go For Cheap

I paid Php 2,000.00 for a small tattoo on my wrist and there were people who finds out about this price were like “that is very expensive” or “you can get that for Php 500.00”. First of all, anyone can do it with some tattoo parlours that are cheap IF their friends or someone they know can vouch that such parlors can be trusted. I have friends who have done it with such but I just cannot risk it like that. This will be a part of my life, my body now and so why would I go for cheap investment.

 

Photo Credit: http://www.jantoo.com


  
 

6. Do it Alone or with Friends.

When I got my first tattoo I decided to go to the parlour alone. I have decided that this is something I need to do by myself. When I got to the place there is someone having his tattoo and he is accompanied by his friend. After he is done I was then immediately called to get my ink. His friend heard that this is my frist time and so he watched while I was getting mine. I was so nervous and a bit scared because I have no idea how painful it will be for me. I then heard him cheering for me. It was really funny. I had mine for about 15 minutes max. This is entirely up to anyone whether to be accompanied or not. I am comfortable with myself and know myself although I do not know how painful it was but I did it alone. But being accompanied is not bad at all because like what happened with me, someone or some people will be there to cheer you up especially when you start hearing that buzzing sound.

   

7. Care for your Tattoo

Ask all the questions you have for caring for your tattoo. If there is something you need to clarify then ask about it. After my session, I was given or rather instructed a list of what to do to care for my tattoo. It is vital that you remember them all. If it was given verbally then have someone write it down if you are unable to or ask the artist to write it down for you especially if you are tend to forget a lot of things. Make sure to follow the directions or else you might mess your tattoo up.

 

Photo Credit: Wayne Kendrick

   

8. Commitment

Your ink is permanent and so you need to commit to it for life. There are several clinics or hospitals offering to have your tattoo removed but I think it will still leave a mark or so. So do consider to take time before having it permanently done.

  
After several henna tattoos I did with the same design, I finally have felt that it is the time where I am ready to have it inked permanently. I did take time considering and reconsidering it because of my profession and also because I will be living with it forever and quite honestly, I do not regret it. I love how my first ink looks like and it is exactly where I want it to be.

  

PS. Once you get your first ink, some may feel that they want to get another one. I had that kind of feeling but I did not give in too easily. I would still choose to take time and consider everything the way I did before so as not to regret it.
  
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Love,
 
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Samal Adventure: Puting Bato and Canibad Beach

I have been to Samal island several times but this is my first time to travel around the island by myself or to travel here by myself. I was often accompanied by my cousins, nephews and niece the past moments I was here and quite honestly, it never fails to amuse me how the kids love it here.

From my aunt’s place in Gulf View Homes where I stayed after my cousin’s wedding, I rode a jeepney with signboard going to Magsaysay. I cannot exactly remember how the Magsaysay street looks like and so I asked the jeepney driver to drop me off where I can take the bus going to Samal. After reaching the stop I waited several minutes – about 15-20 minutes for the bus which will board a barge that will take us to the island. There are no other means going to the island unless of course you are rich enough to hire a helicopter to bring you there. Also, there are only few hotels or beach resorts that has helipad. Anyone may choose to bring their own car or motorcycle but they too will have to ride the barge. Different fares are applied. If you cannot afford the helicopter nor have a car to drive around Samal then I would recommend taking the bus since it will go directly to Peñaplata terminal. If you have not booked with any beach resorts or hotel yet then there are several beach resorts you will pass by if you take the bus. From the terminal, there are Habal-Habal and tricycle that will bring you to your designated place.

Expenses:

Jeep ride from Gulf View to Magsaysay – Php 10.00 (USD 0.23)

Bus (Island City Bus Tour) from Magsaysay to Peñaplata Terminal – Php 40.00 (USD 0.90)

Mineral Water – Php 20.00 (USD 0.45)

Lumpia Ubod – Php 10.00 (USD 0.23)

Habal-Habal – Php 50.00 (USD 1.13)

Total: Php 130.00 (USD 2.94)

By the way, every time I go to Samal Island I always, never fails to get a “physical souvenir” (coined by Pumpkin Head Jack) and this year it was a burnt skin in my right leg which I got from the motorcycle I rode to go to La Vida Orchard. And that was the first motorcycle I had after getting to Samal Island. Which I lately realized that it is a second-degree burn.

I booked with La Vida Orchard (I have a post here) via Airbnb. There are only few things I considered when I was looking for a place to stay in;

1. Cheap

2. Has a private toilet and bath

3. Has privacy

The accommodation I got served me really well. I felt like I was in a five-star hotel. There is a beach nearby roughly a two-minute walk from La Vida Orchard. It is a fine beach but I don’t think I will go swim there because my plan was to really roam around the island as much as I can. I booked in around past 1:00 in the afternoon. I was escorted by the caretaker (Dave) to my room (Guyabano B). He keeps on asking if there is anything that I need. I felt like I had my own butler. After unpacking and securing my stuff I asked Dave about the “how to go to here and there”. There are just so many places I wanted to see and I only got very little time. My stay in the island; 2 nights 3 days was the longest I had here in Samal. Another plus in this accommodation is that they have trusted habal-habal drivers to bring their guests wherever they desire. I chose to get this service instead of letting myself choose my driver from a number of drivers around. I must say that I am still not confident enough to entrust my life to a stranger wandering in the island with a motorcycle. And the places I chose to go this afternoon is literally very far. Since it was already past 2:00 in the afternoon, the driver and I decided to go to Puting Bato Peak and Canibad Beach.

I told Dave or “Bruno Mars” as my driver calls him about my burnt skin and how I am scared to ride another motorcycle with the fear that I might get a second one but it was the only mode of transportation that can take me to the outrageous places I want to visit given the timeframe we have. I want to be back to my place at 6:00 in the evening since it is a weekday, only few people are outside beyond this time. No nightlife – and not that I am looking for one. In addition, these two places are really far and I do not want to travel at night using a motorcycle with the worst kind of road.

Puting Bato Peak

The ride going to Puting Bato was a tough one. The road has a very rough path but the view is just breathtaking. I just love nature needless to say. Too many steep hills and slopes in addition to the very stoney path. It took us about 45 minutes to reach the jump off point and start climbing up. Truthfully we were not able to reach the peak because both of us were already tired. This was my first time to travel that long with the use of a motorcycle and the path is not even friendly to us. There were couple of times where it was so hard for the motorcycle to drive in steep hills that we have to get off the motorcycle and walk up. Also, we had a timeframe so we can also go to Canibad beach which will take about 30-45 minutes travel time from the jump off point of Puting Bato. According to my driver, it will take about an hour or so to reach the peak and it was already past 3:30 in the afternoon. If you have the desire to reach the peak I would suggest to go there early morning so you will have the time to explore the area and try to rent a van if you are a group that will transport you to the jump off site.

Puting Bato Peak is the highest peak in Samal. It is located in Sitio Tayapoc, Brgy. Guilon, Samal District, it stands a towering height of about 1,345 feet (410m) above sea level. There are two trails to reach the peak and there are several tour guides offering to help you get to the peak. I cannot however recommend anyone as I have not tried this. It was basically just me and my driver. I guess I will have to check this again the next time I go to Samal.

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About My Motorcycle Fear

I don’t usually ride motorcycles. Before my trip to Samal, I only rode motorcycles twice in my life. One, when I got a bit drunk and my friend from the graduate school decided to put me at the back of his motorcycle and drove me home. I guess I did not mind it because I was a bit drunk and also, it only took about 10 minutes to reach home. The second one was about a 3 minute ride my coworker gave me. I was walking to the hospital at that time. I decided to walk instead of taking a jeepney when he saw me and gave me a lift. The reason I am scared of riding a motorcycle is because I have seen, heard, and read about all the accidents involving a motorcycle in Manila. It is outrageous how many motorcycle accidents there are in a day and how bad it turns out for the driver and the passenger. I do know however that there are only habal-habal and tricycles in the island as means of transportation and yes I did take chances with this (got my skin burnt though). There are also bus that you can take but they only have specific routes (I will discuss this further in my next post).

Muffler Burn on Right Leg

Muffler Burn on Right Leg

Canibad Beach

I honestly should have booked a night here or even a week. After Puting Bato, we then head on to see Canibad beach which houses several beach resorts. We went to check Madyaw Beach Resort. Whatever beach resort you will choose it will all end up with the same kind of beach. They all share tha same beach the only difference is their accommodations. I really wished I have stayed here even for a night. The shore line is laid in with white sand and the water is just crystal clear. It was very inviting. I am definitely recommending this place. I could stay here for weeks and just take in the enchanting sight of the beach and wallow in that sweet soft sound of the waves. It simply took my breath away.

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I forgot about the time when my driver told me that we need to leave. It was already past 4:30 in the afternoon and we still need to travel back. He also said we could check the Monfort Bat Cave. I told him I wanted to actually see why people love visiting this place aside from it being in the Guinness World Book in 2010. However, due to the rough road one of the tires got flat. Yup! Some misadventures. My driver still drove us for about 30 minutes with that flat tire until we saw a vulcanizing shop. Just imagine how tough it was to drive through a very rocky road with good tires and how it was when one of which decided to give up on us. Every time we passed through some people they would yell “na ay flat kay gulong” (your tire is flat). It was really funny because we do know it is flat and there is nothing we can do until we get to a vulcanizing shop. Since the tire was all worn out, the men who assisted us said that we had to change the tire and that is what they did. After changing the tire and checking the other tire we then realized it was past 5:00 in the afternoon which meant that the cave is close and so I decided to go back home. On our way home, I told him that I need to get to a drugstore to buy some ointment for my burnt skin. It was brownout when we got to Mercury Drugstore (one of the largest companies of drugstores here in the Philippines). The security guard said that it happens in the island but it does not lasts that long. True enough, after few minutes the lights went back on. I along with the other customers had to wait for them to have their machines operate. The assistant pharmacist perhaps noticed I am a bit annoyed since I am tired and pained and just really want to go home so I could clean my open wound. She asked if I have the exact money to pay for the items I need but sadly I do not have the exact amount needed so I had to wait. Remember: Always have loose money!

Changing the Tire

Changing the Tire

I reached home safe and happy and fulfilled with how the day went except for the time I got my skin burned. I can never ever forget that! It was a good adventure for me. I visited two places for that small amount of time. I will definitely book with one of the resorts in Canibad. I really did feel in love with that place. Perhaps when my wound is all dry and totally healed.

Expenses:

Driver: Php 500.00 (USD 11.31)

Tip to Driver: Php 200.00 (USD 4.52)

Vulcanizing Shop: Php 40.00 (USD 0.90)

Entrance to Madyaw Beach Resort: Php 50.00 (USD 1.13)

Ointment: Php 72.00 (USD 1.63)

Drinks: Php 50.00 (USD 1.13)

Dinner (At my place): Php 100.00 (USD 2.26)

Total: Php 1,012.00 (USD 22.89)

I am not supposed to give a tip nor to pay for the vulcanizing shop because the amount of money I paid him was an agreed one. However, we did really had a long travel time against the condition of the road we drove in even though the total fare is discussed which should cover just about everything except drinks and entrance fees. I gave him some because I think he deserved it and it is jus fair for him as well. He had to change one of his tires and for consolation as he did not leave me alone when his tire got flat.

After I reached home I took a shower and decided to check the beach nearby. It is not owned by the owner of the place I am staying, rather it is government-owned. It was late, past 6:30 in the evening when I strolled around the area. It was really dark since there were no lamp posts. The only lights that were there came from the two houses located after the place I stayed in. There were no lights in the beach as well. I was also informed there are no lifeguards posted there. The shoreline has huge rocks. I cannot see clearly though the color of the sand but the driver told me it is gray colored or dark in color. I only stayed for few minutes and decided to head back. There were mosquitoes there and I have nothing to do there. I initially planned to seat on the sand and write but I changed my mind given the condition of the place. I sat in the porch right outside my room when the caretaker asked if I had my supper, I have forgotten I haven’t eaten anything yet and so I asked if they serve meals. I am not really hungry at that time but he told me there is available food and so I went to the common kitchen to eat. He really did served me well. He had my dinner all ready for me (it was supposed to be self-service) but I got way much better service. They also have a dog roaming around. I forgot his name and so I called him “Ovaltine” which I think he loves because whenever I call him that name he come towards me.

Overall, my first day in Samal was really good. I should have woke up early and went to the island earlier so I could have stayed much longer in some places or have visited more places. I am looking forward to see the other places I want to visit while I am still here. I wanted to extend my stay until the day of my flight but sadly I cannot do it because I still have to buy some pasalubong for my family back in Manila and for Pumpkin Head Jack.

Happy Traveling!

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