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The sweet journey continues.  After spending the night in Davao City’s very cozy Domicilio Lorenzo Apartelle, we spent the next morning visiting the Cathedral and having breakfast buffet at the Marco Polo Davao.  I got worried halfway through the buffet, knowing full well we were on our way to the beach island of Samal and would soon don my swimsuit.  How in the world would I fit into that thing with a breakfast like that?  Oh well, just worry later, enjoy the feast first.  I could be stubborn like that, but who cares?  I was not out for the best in swimsuit award anyway, even if I did decide to starve myself for weeks prior to the getaway. Hahaha.

After packing our things and bidding Domicilio Lorenzo sweet memories adieu, we started off for the Island Garden City of Samal. It was my first time to ride a barge and I was truly amused by the cars, buses (with passengers!) and jeepney actually on the boat.  It was only a ten-minute ride to get to Samal Island, but we were quite lost when we disembarked because we had no idea how to get to the resort where we had our reservations.  We picked it based on the photos shown online, made reservations online.  A wanderluster’s mantra:  Never hesitate to ask for directions.  So we did.  We were told that the common mode of transportation is the habal-habal, a motorcycle thing that’s just a bit bigger than the usual motorcycle.  I swallowed hard, looked at my BFFs, then looked at our baggages. I could not believe I overlooked that fact in my days of reading about this trip.  How will we (and our baggages) fit into that?  And at midday, with the sun shining proudly, when there is yet no such thing as SPF199++?  We noticed a bus and decided to ask if it was going anywhere near SECDEA Beach Resort.  The odds are ever in our favor, as the driver’s assistant told us they could drop us off the “town” and get us a tricycle to bring us to the resort.  Tricycle is good.  Tricycle is better than riding a motorcycle because it has three wheels.  I have a weird sense of balance, which is why I never learned how to ride a bike.

And so our journey continued on that tricycle, with a Manong driver who talked nonstop through the really, really bumpy ride amidst fields, and narrow dusty roads.  Again, imagine if we rode on the habal-habal instead under the scorching midday heat, our chunky baggages by our side.  The barge ride cost P10 per head, the bus fare P10, and the tricycle ride P300.  Wonders never cease.

45 minutes later, off from the trike and to another mode of transpo, this time in the resort’s caddie.  And then we’ve reached the SECDEA Beach Resort.

Wow.  One look and we knew: it is well worth the long, bumpy ride.  Weariness is nothing.

Hello, paradise.

sun*star.baguio.12dec2014.

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