Welcome to Bantayan Island

After an eight-hour plane-bus-and-ferry ride, we finally reached Bantayan Island in Cebu. It was an exhausting trip and when we got to the island it started raining really hard. But after an hour, the sky started to clear and we ventured out of our little hut to the beach just a few steps away. The French guy in the neighboring hut looked pretty cozy in the hammock, while P and I just stared at the sky and swam (or tried to) until the sun set. Bantayan is beautiful and I’ll post more photos and write about it when we get home. Right now, the beach beckons. ๐Ÿ™‚


10 thoughts on “Welcome to Bantayan Island

  1. Wow, blogging while in Bantayan! I was there for two weeks with Tara sometime in the mid-90s, can’t remember when exactly but definitely before I joined the corporate world, as babysitters of more than 20 writing fellows. Gorgeous times–we’d swim, walk into the workshop hall to document the event, then swim again. The beach was a dream. You can imagine how hard it was to get there in the mid-90s. Everyone was amazed that our project manager had the audacity to bring more that 30 people, fellows, panelists, and workshop slaves (me and Tara). Lounged around with NVM Gonzalez, a sweetheart of a man, who told me never to marry a poet. “Marry a fiction writer,” and because he was NVM and spoke with such authority and whose wife loves him with such quiet devotion, I assured him, “Yes, I will marry a fiction writer.” And when we needed to call home, we took a 30-minute tricycle ride through rice fields to get to the PLDT station near the capitol, where we had to register and pay over the counter to make a phone call. There was nothing to do so after that five-minute call, so we rode back for half an hour to the resort. And for our night life, we were told by a few Americans that there was an “X disco!” We were aghast–surely not in this simple and sleepy island. Curiosity got the best of us and so we went and found “Eks Disco,” where we drank Red Horse (some using a straw because strapped for cash) and danced with the farmers and the fishermen. It’s one of my most beloved memories. Uncontaminated bliss, and we were such babies then. Fresh out of college and the future ahead of us. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • What a wonderful memory of Bantayan. ๐Ÿ™‚ And lounging around with NVM Gonzalez–goodness, literary powerhouse in da house! No need to make a 30-minute tricycle ride just to make a call these days, but it still takes quite an effort to get there–not as easy as, for example, flying to Caticlan and taking a quick boat ride to Boracay. No wonder there were times when P and I had the beach in front of our resort all to ourselves. Well worth the long journey.

    • Yes it’s quite serene ๐Ÿ™‚ Although I hear that it takes on a different atmosphere altogether during the Holy Week when it gets pretty crowded. Cebu has a number of many beautiful beaches but you have to get out of the city to get to them. Hope you do get to go next year! ๐Ÿ™‚

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