A week on Panglao, hanging out in cafes, exploring the local tourist highlights and not much else.
I finally managed to get the ferry from Oslob to Panglao and arrived at around midday on the Island. I’d decided a while ago that this was going to be my last stop in the Philippines. I just wasn’t enjoying travel as much as I had been previously, and I was exhausted by moving around all the time: I wanted familiarity or I wanted to stand still. As such, this meant I was officially leaving the Philippines, and to some extent, my nomadic lifestyle, in one week’s time.
As the boat pulled into the dock, the crew were shouting about how for ‘the very cheap price of 100 pesos’ they had transport waiting to get us to our next destination. I Google-mapped this, and my hostel was 6kms away – given I spent 70 pesos for 18km the other day in a private vehicle there was absolutely no way I was going to fork out the extra pound, or whatever ridiculously small amount it was, purely on principle. I started walking.
Now dear reader, please understand that, although I am a little travel weary and stingy, I’m not insane. I wasn’t actually planning on walking 6km with my heavier-by-the-location backpack in the crazy Filipino sun. No way. I was actually planning on flagging down a motorbike as soon as I saw one. About 50 metres down the road I was getting tired and it suddenly occurred to me that maybe they didn’t have the motorbikes on this island. About 100 metres down the road one of the original vans, with all of my boat pals in, passed me and offered me the trip for 50 pesos. I got in the van.
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Since I was there for so long, and I was so behind on my blog, I wanted to stay somewhere in the town, near the beach, so I could top up my tan some days and catch up on writing in hipster coffee shops on other days. This meant my options for hostels were limited, and honestly, the hostel options on the island overall were not great. Given how antisocial I currently was, a curtain was my one non-negotiable, so I could laze around and watch Netflix and ignore the world if I wanted to (which I did want). I know. I’m living the utmost pinnacle of exciting travel life. Sorry reader, this is just mentally where I was at this time – it happens to the best of us.
I was staying at Moon Fools Hostel, which wasn’t as highly rated as I usually opt for, but honestly, the pickings were suprisingly slim. It was fine. I didn’t love it, and the mood I was in, I wouldn’t stay there again, but the staff were really friendly (although one of them did move my curtain on my bunk at one point when I was in there to tell me about the free cocktails in the lounge, which felt a bit invasive). I actually realised that since I was planning on going to Australia after this, and since hostels there were so damn expensive, this was my last chance to have a private room for a long time and I might as well make the most of it. I went to talk to them in person as you get more of a discount than when you book online, and for my last two nights I did end up staying in a private room in a very cute guesthouse. I sort of had to chase a cockroach out with a broom at one point, but overall it was an upgrade from my hostel. I had a TV where the channels only worked some of the time, but I ended up watching Grease multiple times as it happened to be on.
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I can’t really remember what I did in Panglao – this is my own fault for leaving it so long before writing this blog (I’m literally about ten weeks behind now). I know I spent several mornings in a coffee shop with comfy seating, blogging. I spent one day on a tour of Bohol, which I’ll tell you about soon. I don’t think I did go to the beach. It scared me in the end. I hung out with some hostel people. God. I don’t know what I did. I’ll need to dig out my notes. … Okay, turns out my notes are not especially informative so I’ll try and do this from memory and any photos I find on my (old) phone.
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I think I spent almost a week here. I knew it was longer than I needed almost instantly, especially with the lacking accomodation options, but it worked out okay in the end. There was a coffee shop on the main strip that wasn’t quite as hipster as I liked (it only served drinks, no food) but it did have comfy seats, and I spent a lot of time in there caffeinating my weary soul and pouring my steadily decaying memory of my travels into these posts. I tried to go to the beach one of the days – I walked along the beachfront a few times but I just didn’t particularly want to lie there and be pestered. It wasn’t an overly amazing beach either so I didn’t spend as much time there as I’d hoped I would when I planned on coming here. I got Greek food (go figure) and some beers with some hostel pals one night and almost joined a free zumba class that was going on in the square whilst I was having solo hipster dinner another night, but it finished before I’d finished eating, sadly.
The one thing I really did want to see whilst there was the chocolate hills in nearby Bohol. Every 30 seconds along the main strip in Panglao there are tour operators selling the exact same trip for, I believe, the exact same price. I booked onto one of these and, after some confusion when they came to pick me up, left, came back, drove away with me, brought me back because they thought they had the wrong person, and then came and picked me up again, me and 13 chinese tourists were on our way. They took us to a bunch on random places that I was not initially interested in but turned out to be fun, and I made friends with the other tourists. I think I was something of a novelty for them. We went to a place that had these snakes you could hold, so travel Cassi (the badass alter-ego) came out for that. We also went on a very expensive river cruise (not included in the price) which was fine and pretty but would have been more fun with friends. We went to the Tarsier Sanctuary which I was initially super excited about but actually, it would have been hard to spend more than 30 minutes in there. The highlight of my day was meant to be the chocolate hills which are these beautiful natural formations that look like hills, that go brown in the summer and look like something out of a kids fantasy movie. We’d had beautiful weather all day, and, as soon as we got out of the bus, of course it started raining horrifically. Visibility was low but, by God, I was climbing to that viewpoint. I ended up soaked through with some, really quite half-arsed photographs of this normally very cool looking site, but still. I’m glad I got to see it and did actually have a fun time on my really random day trip. I just kind of wish I’d managed to get one utterly beautiful photograph of the Philippines, but oh well.
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After my week spent, let’s face it, mostly chilling, in my final destination in my final new country, I boarded a flight. I couldn’t go directly to Perth, in Australia, which was were I planned on settling for a few months, and I didn’t want to take an indirect flight straight there (it’s just a waste of a destination) so I did the only thing that made sense. I took a flight back to my south-east asian love, the Gili Islands, with a second flight booked for Perth 10 days later. It wouldn’t have been right to end my southeast asian adventures without one final stay on my island. It was also exactly what the Philippines hadn’t been for me. Sun, great food and somewhere I already knew the ins and outs of so could finally just relax. Tune in next time for my Gili adventures.