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ALL-TIME FAVORITE POST FROM 2011 RE-BLOGGED: I have always been fascinated with Visayas, and every province exudes an undeniable unique charm that i just can't get enough of. I am almost done circumnavigating all the island provinces of Visayas, a little bit more and i am done. After traveling around the mystical island of Siquijor, it's time to see the beauty of Negros Oriental.

Part of the fourth largest island in the Philippines, Negros Oriental will calm you, making you forget the hustle and bustle of city life. Often called a university town because of the popular schools around the province like Siliman, St. Pauls, Negros Oriental State, Negros Oriental breeds young dwellers seeking higher learning. The people here are relatively young and around the city, you could see bunch of men and women laughing, roaming around the beautiful Rizal boulevard. What a delight!

One of the reasons why i made my way to Negros Oriental is because i have heard excellent reviews from people who've been there and from people i know who used to live there. They say the true gem of the province is the people, i never knew the natural wonders were just as unbelievable.

I arrived in Dumaguete International Airport early in the morning. I headed straight to the port a few hours after. After basking some sun, and exploring Siquijor on a motorbike for a few days, i returned to Dumaguete to explore the province. Most of the passengers on the flight i took were locals coming back to celebrate the new year in their hometown while i was the lone traveler from Manila.

Dumaguete is a city but not quite. I find it showing signs of modernism and the bigness of the future, but it's still a simple, laid-back province. I hope it stays that way. I often wake up early in the morning to see the majesty of the mountain ranges. I would walk around in my shorts and sando under the heat of the sun, and ride one of those tricycles if i get tired. Most of the time i find myself wandering around the outskirts of the city, far from the busy streets and the group of people. That, i enjoyed a lot. I often ride the motorbike with my awesome guide/driver/friend and cruise the towns of Valencia, Sibulan and Zamboanguita. As i recall my trip, i am blessed for that one week amazing trip.

The days I spent traveling in Negros Oriental were filled with a lots of adventure. I find myself getting acquainted more and more with the province's culture and the beautiful people. I went to waterfalls, stopped by to see the awesome view beside the cliff, and most of the time doing absolutely ridiculous activities. One night, i wanted to skip drinking so instead of heading to the dive bars along Rizal boulevard, i went to the mall and watched a funny movie. It was an unforgettable experience and i almost found myself living just like one of the locals. I felt great and alive.

I miss Negros Oriental because after months of hectic living in the city, the province painted a beautiful memory in my mind even for a short while. And for that, i will never forget. It was pure bliss, i have to say!

Read the rest of my story about the beautiful province of Negros Oriental in the coming days. Keep posted!

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I often wonder what it is like to be up there. You know, when you look up from the bottom, all you could see are vast empty spaces of nothingness. All you could see are green patches of the unknown. And all you could ask yourself is when will you be there?

I have a confession to make. I am not a fan of wild adventures in the mountains. As much as i would want to consider the activity, i often find myself choosing more to sit by the coconut tree and swim in azure waters than to torture myself from trekking. I am one lazy traveler, i know. And I live for the ocean.

If you would read my stories of the places i have visited, whether it is in the Philippines like Guimaras, Antique, Cebu or Bohol or around Asia like Thailand and Cambodia, it's mostly about beaches. I never knew my concept of an awesome adventure would change when i went to Negros Oriental.

Trips going to the mountains aren't always 100% safe. There's a risk of high-altitude sickness or if you're unlucky - falling debris from soft rocks, landslides and of course, manual error from your driver/guide as you rip those improbable roads. Before, i always ask myself why would people risk their lives for a few hours up there? Maybe, it's all part of the adventure making the trip to the top so much sweeter. Maybe.

I love to commune with my surroundings but i guess it's a totally different experience when you're up there, up above the mountains. As i look back at my trip to Negros, I discovered I was actually cruising most of the time, at about 1000 meters above sea level. I couldn't imagine myself up there, on a motorbike. Others have conquered the best of heights. I actually got inspired by a story from a fellow travel blogger, Claire of Lakwatsera De Primera with her story about Mt.Guiting-Guiting in Romblon, plus another travel blogger/colleague of mine, Patti of Life's My Trip who's just finished a trek at the Taroko gorge in Taiwan. These two are just some of the many amazing people who live to share their experiences. These brave and courageous travelers continue to fuel my passion for traveling, and at greater heights.

This trip in Negros Oriental was an incredible experience that i live to remember forever. With ears popping and cold mist of the wind touching my skin, i will definitely do it again in a heartbeat.

My fondest memory of Negros was when i stopped by at this very spot. As the engine of the motorbike stopped, the hypnotic sounds of nature became more familiar to my ears. The water from the falls. The flock of birds chirping. The soft sound of the wind from the east. I imagined what would it be like if i live here. I thought of sleeping to the lullaby of the angry howls of the mountain winds, and waking up to the warm rays of the eastern sun. It seemed perfect for me, one i never knew i always wanted. I watched as the little kids play amidst it's killer cliffs to the side, and old men sitting by the dilapidated bench a few steps away from falling down the ravine. I signed my guide to wait a little while, I was having such a grand time. This is unlike anything I've ever experienced.

Sometimes, i think about what if i give myself a month to live in the mountains. How will i change? What will my life be? Would i still be fascinated with the ocean, or shall i opt to live together near the clouds?

The irony of it all is whether you're down in the shore or on top of the ridge, your imagination runs free in circles. You start to wander in spectacle. And you end up hoping in the end. You imagine yourself there, curious and eager for realizations to unfold .

"I was high above the mountains and all i could think of is what's waiting for me down there... will always be there... just waiting for me."

ALL-TIME FAVORITE POST FROM 2011 RE-BLOGGED: Dumaguete, the capital of Negros Oriental is a beautiful city to travel to. It's one of the most scenic provinces i have been to in Visayas and one of the most relaxing, too. I would often recall passing by the streets and admiring how simple life is there. It's not as commercialized as Cebu, though it's not as quaint as Guimaras or Siquijor. It's just right. There are a lot of expats who consider dumag-we'te their home, and i couldn't agree with their decision more. I would want to live here ttoo, to be honest.

Apart from its rich history and culture, the most i can remember about Dumaguete are its people. I often walk around and observe the charming locals and their seemingly infinite smiles. Sometimes, i would just sit and look around. These images were already enough to make me smile.

Walking along Rizal boulevard anytime of the day, you would feel the intense passion and love overflowing. There's just too much love in the air and it's inspiring everyone. It will touch your core without even knowing it. It seems Roxas boulevard has some competition over there. If you read this blog, you know about my fascination for couples sitting by the bay and how i love to document couples whether it is in Manila or Phnom Penh. Them holding hands and expressing their devotion for one another.

The people of Dumaguete are warm, accommodating and friendly. They are down to earth and respectful. They value the simplest things and they are open to sharing their life even with non-locals. They don't see the facade but they get to know the real you, your heart and soul. They are good friends too.

I don't know any better way to describe the city than to tell you the story of my driver/guide/friend. In my opinion, he surely symbolizes what the city is all about, and what it represents.

Alex is about the same age as mine - late 20's and has been working really, really hard everyday to earn for his family. He is a father of three adorable kids, one of which is sickly. His wife works for a resort/guest house as a waitress. Through the days that he's been there to drive me through the highs and lows of Negros, I've come to know an awesome man. I surely learned a lot of lessons from him, those of which i carry with me now as i write this.

He loves to share his childhood story, of how he loves the ocean and how he and his friends would often set to the sea to fish. He free-dives a lot and at one time, he almost lost his life. He would often tell me to hit the beach whenever i feel unwell. For him, the ocean is the best remedy to any illness. As he grows older, he started seeking for greener pasture, taking odd jobs like bar tending in Sumilon Island, instructing foreigners to dive in Panglao Island and even working as a household help in Dumaguete. One thing i noticed about Alex is that he is proud of his accomplishments. He asked me what i do for a living, and of course i mentioned a career unfamiliar to his ears. Never did he feel inferior of his job.

He saved up big bucks for his family. Living in Dumaguete, you don't need millions. Life in the gentle city is simple and cheap. Now, he's been able to provide comfortable living for his kids and a lovely wife. Early last year, he was able to buy his own tricycle. He would also talk about his usual customers, those Japanese living in Siquijor. They would often call up Alex to drive them around town buying supplies to take home with them. On one of our talks over SMB in Rizal boulevard, he told me how proud he is of the province. He lives in a small town called Bacong. Everyday he would take turns with his wife in picking up their little one in school. He is proud to add that his greatest achievement is providing his kids with good education. It was about an hour before midnight when his daughter texted him asking him when is he coming home. His family is that close, and he would often bring home something to his daughter whenever he comes home late at night. That is the only time, little daughter can sleep.

He would often ask me about my life in Manila but i would often cut my answer short. I often tell him, life in Negros is simple and pleasant. Life in Manila is comfortable but busy. I told him how time always seems short in the bustling capital of the Philippines. One day, coming back from Valencia, he wanted me to meet his niece, a child of a Spanish mestizo and a local from Negros. Alex would often worry about his niece's safety. The girl is lovely and just like any other place in the world, she catches so much attention. He is proud of her and that she studies in a international school.

Alex wanted me to see all the sights in Negros but time is running out. He initially wanted to take me far out of town but i needed to fly back to Manila. I had to give it to the guy for driving me all the way to the mountains and spur of the moment trips to little barangays and magnificent cliffs, and for being patient to stop every so often so i could mingle with the people and take decent photos. He always gives a shy face whenever i ask him how much he will charge me for the trip. Never did he put a price.

Before i left Negros Oriental, we chatted for a bit outside the airport over a few bottles of SMB. It was such a good time to spend my last hours in the province. In all of the time that i get to chat at Alex, i could sense his sincerity and honesty.

Looking back now, i come to realize how Alex symbolizes so much the province. He is a man of great dignity and respect. He values family, friendships and God. He is a man who lives for the present and future. Just like the province, he's cautious of the future too. His love for life and the simple things are admirable. He is vulnerable but knows his way around. He's equipped with the values that seems enviable; God-fearing, honest and gentle. And that i think is what makes him and the city so damn special.

ALL-TIME FAVORITE POST FROM 2011 RE-BLOGGED: I couldn't get enough of Valencia. The town is really blessed with so many natural wonders that i have yet to see all of them for myself. Early in the morning, i called up my guide and off we go 20 minutes from Dumaguete City, back to my personal favorite town, Valencia. I've read about "Pulang Bato" and it's indifference to the other waterfalls found in the region. So i thought, i have to check out this place to find out.

It was nearing the eve of New Year when i went there, and so many families of big groups have taken over the little huts for rent. I didn't mind as i had a fabulous lunch by the bay in Siaton earlier. All i needed was a cool and refreshing swim. It was a beautiful ride going to Red Rocks "Pulang Bato", passing by quaint barangays, forested areas, hilly terrains, PNOC Geothermal Generating Plant, and of course the mighty molten hot rocks.

When i got there, i was amazed how beautiful the falls is in person. Breathtaking is not even enough to describe the falls. I have to say it looks surreal, almost unbelievably real. The shaded colors of the rocks are reflected the water. It's unlike anything you will ever see. Trust me. It was astounding to see that this same image from the guide book that i saw was nothing when you get to "Pulang Bato" yourself. I just sat there admiring. Wow!!! Everything was perfect, until i was rudely interrupted by...

Public Display of Affection
I have a story to tell. I am not against foreigners visiting the province. Apparently, they're just too many of them in Negros. I am a lover of romance, and whether it's between two foreigners or one with a local, it's alright with me. I arrived at Red Rocks waterfalls with much innocence. There were little kids happily playing, and families of big groups enjoying their lunch. In short, it's such a wholesome place, to begin with.

I saw two beautiful local girls with two Caucasian men. As i head to another direction to get away from everyone, i had a better view of them two couples. A few minutes later, the scene just made my jaw drop. They were making out. Okay, fine. They were making out in front of everyone. Okay fine, maybe they will stop. But they continued on with their activity even though they knew they've been looked at.

I stared at them to give them an impression that that they needed to stop what they're doing. Then, the crowd got curious. Armed with their cellular phones and their 3 megapixel cameras, they started taking photos and videos of them.

What the hell is this? It became a circus, just like that.

I don't condemn the act because if it's made up of love, so be it. But the country is relatively conservative, and acts as such may cause a stir to local men and women. I am seriously alarmed.

I have a lot of foreigner friends, and as they come over i often tell them that the Philippines is a conservative country. Amidst modernization and globalization, the people here are still equipped with values of decency and morality. I always tell them that it's just the way it is in the country. All I'm saying is, the issue is not even whether it is right or wrong to do such acts in public areas, it's the fact that RESPECT should be shown greatly to a country you're visiting, wherever it may be.

I left their sight and focused more on the beauty of this awesome wonder. It was refreshingly cold, and the color is unbelievably red. Simply put, "Pulang Bato" is Gorgeous!

After swimming for a bit and enjoying the cool mist of water from the falls as it cascades down the natural cold tub, i managed to hitch a ride going back to the city. I knew already that i wanted to stop-over at the molten hot rock formations we've passed by earlier. Alex (guide) and I wondered for a bit at this stop.

It was an interesting stop for me. I haven't been this close to any volcanic action. And there were many onlookers, too. If you're heading Dumaguete City, make a plan to visit Valencia for the Red Rocks Waterfalls.

In the span of one hundred eighty minutes, i was able to travel to the coldest and hottest spot of Valencia town. Only in Negros Oriental, folks!

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Rising above 1000 meters above sea level, hail to one of the gems of Oriental Negros' tourism. A major attraction in the region is the beautiful and awe inspiring 'Twin Lakes'. When you're going to Dumaguete, a day spent in Twin Lakes should be one of the best experiences you could ever have in this side of the world.The calmest and most serene place in the whole province was also my last destination, and i must say.. it couldn't get any better than this.

My guide was persistent that i have to pay a visit to Lake Balinsasayao because he really wanted me to see what this spot has to offer. 6 kilometers from Dumaguete City is the town of Sibulan, and 12 kilometers west of Sibulan + 20 minute scenic ride cruising along impeccable winding paths on high altitude, will get you to Balinsasayao Lake. On my way going there, i rode the motorbike yet again, and passed by such an amazing coastline. The trip was exciting because i got to pass by the national highway and see the beautiful view of the ocean and next door neighboring province, Cebu.

Lake Balinsasayao is a protected national park. Before disembarking, you will have to sign and pay a minimal fee of P10 issued by the Republic of the Philippines to enter. This fee goes to the rehabilitation and protection of the national park. Years have passed, and local hunters and "kaingeros" have continuously cut down timber. This illegal activity has resulted to an alarming rate fall of the water level in the lake. I think this issue needs to be resolved quick before this place turns into a barren basin.

Here i am finding my balance in a huge tree. (Please ID this tree if this is the Almagica "Almasiga" which is one of the tallest tree in the Philippines rising over 60 meters.)

Lake Balinsasayao is gaining popularity among adventure-seekers for its beautiful diversity of flora and fauna. From rare species of birds to beautiful and wild orchids, Lake Balinsasayao offers the richest and best ecosystem. Fishing is another popular activity here. Carp, catfish, tilapia are frequently swimming in this fresh water lake and most of the day-trippers would fish and cook their fresh catch. Likewise, you can just ask the local fishermen and buy from them. Native huts are built, where one can rent and enjoy the view of the beautiful lake while savoring a delicious feast.

If fishing is not your thing, you could rent a boat or a kayak. On the other hand, one can also enjoy the sight from the cliff by trekking to the other side of the ridge. Most people who go here have brought with them their packed meals. if you forgot to bring yours, don't worry because there's a canteen before the descent to the lake. If this was in Thailand, this place would be part of an adventure day tour - hence, a steady inflow of tourists. Let's help out the tourism industry here, shall we?!

By the way, for happy campers it's good to note that there are areas around the lake where you could pitch in your tent. I reckon it would be an awesome experience to camp out here, in the middle of the jungle and just commune with nature.

Be reminded that the water isn't shallow. A few steps from the bank, the water goes to a deep slope which others say descend up to 90 meters. But i couldn't fathom the thought of going to Lake Balinsasayao and not swimming. It's just not right! So, there i was braving the cold water and swimming, together with the little Negrense kids. What a beautiful experience!

Lake Balinsasayao is embraced by four mountains: Mount Mahungot to the south, Mount Kalbasan to the north, Mount Balinsasayao to the east and Mount Guidabon to the west. The air is cool here and the breeze of the wind makes it an ideal place to spend an afternoon. I just loved my stay here even if it was just a short while. Do you know that this portion of Sibulan is said to be the home of a remarkable number of species: 180 different kinds of trees, 113 birds, 27 mammals and 49 reptiles and amphibians, making it a national park?

If there's one thing i regret not doing, it is staying longer here in Lake Balinsasayao. It's so beautiful and calming that i forgot all my worries. All the apprehensions of what was waiting for me when i get back home, all gone and forgotten about. Meditation is a recommended activity here, and as advised - during sunrise and sunset are the best time to enjoy the 'Twin Lakes'. I always found myself weirdly smiling all the time here. It seems there are still places in the world, where one could just forget about the worries of tomorrow, and just smile, like there's no tomorrow.

ALL-TIME FAVORITE POST FROM 2011 RE-BLOGGED: If it's Wednesday and you're in Dumaguete, don't forget to drop by Malatapay Tabo Market! Do this if you don't want to miss out the fun. 30 Kilometers south of Dumaguete on good road will bring you to a feast for all the senses. The market every Wednesday comes alive as farmers, fishermen and townsfolk from the peninsula and in the surrounding islands like Apo, converge and trade goods. I couldn't thank destiny and the heavens above for making this trip possible.

Fresh from a good sleep, i was off to the bus station 2 hours after sunrise. With relatively good transportation around, taking the bus could save you the hassle of renting a tricycle to take you to Zamboanguita. It's good to ride the motorbike but it's more practical to just hop in and go down on the highway. 20 minutes after leaving the quaint bus station, i was dropped off in Baranggay Maluay in the town of Zamboanguita.

If you're worried that you will not be able to see where to stop. Let me tell you that it's never gonna happen. You will immediately notice those wooden tables set, quirky wares displayed, colorful banderitas and lots and lots of people walking. I was dropped off and this what welcomed me.

The best products and the freshest produce are displayed and sold. Local folks also get to barter trade which is unheard of if you're coming from Manila. I love this kind of place. Malatapay Market is actually a personal recommendation of my friend whyh8! But instead of hating it, he suggested i visit this place in his hometown because he loves it.

The other day, i was chatting with a couple of my colleagues from work who're from Dumaguete and Malatapay was one topic we discussed. Others say, it's such an ugly sight to see because poor animals are slaughtered right in front of you. I did see a couple of pigs, cows and even chicken freshly cut with blood spurting out. It's different from what i see everyday. But who am i to complain? I'm just visiting around. While walking along the strip, i got to see the wares up close: clothing, knives, ropes, fresh blue marlin, poultry and yes...cellphone accessories.

I arrived at the other side later that day, by the bay. I looked around and found countless number of people settled in with their stuff. They're all headed to one place... Apo Island. This leaves me with a question... With no reservation and just me, myself and I... How will i get to Apo Island???

The Trip to Apo Island

I asked the people manning the port. They were no help, to be honest. There wasn't any schedule for boats leaving and arriving displayed, only price list of boats. A small boat for 4 people costs P1500, i think. A bigger boat that can fit 8 people costs roughly a few hundreds less than P3000. Of course, it's impractical for me to take either of the two considering I'm just traveling solo.

I puffed a cigarette and started to wander around. A few minutes later, a lady approached me and said she'll ask the group she was traveling with if they can squeeze one more. Thankfully, they said Yes. I paid for my share, around P300 or $5.

A few minutes later, i carried with me my backpack, slipped my flip-flops somewhere in the mesh pocket of my bag and was half-way the water when i realized the shorts i wore is the last pair i have. Who cares?

If you want me to tell you that the water from Zamboanguita to Apo Island is calm, i will be lying. It's rough and most of the time i was holding tight to the wooden deck where i was sitting and holding hands with a bamboo stick so i won't lose my balance.

I can see why this island is famous. It has this certain vibe where i know i will be amazed of what it has to offer. As soon as i arrived, i told the family i was traveling that i will be going on my own. They really wanted me to sit with them and eat because i didn't bring any food. As much as i want to mingle, i just have a no-talk policy for now. I want to relax, unwind and do this solo-no-talk therapy. We parted ways and planned to meet up around 3-4pm later that day.

After paying the entrance fee for about P100 or $2, i also paid the Marine Sanctuary fee for P50 or $1. I rented out a snorkel and aqua shoes ( i should have brought mine) and proceeded my way to the other side of the island where the sanctuary is. I passed by the village and was greeted with friendly smiles from the locals. There were a couple of shops, a few eateries and huts opened to give in to the growing number of tourists in Apo.

First things first, i am running out of clothing. Seeing the sea gypsies selling those funny Apo Island shirts was like Manna. I bought a couple of shirts as i still have a few days left before i fly back to Manila. I have no more clothing. Then, i was off to the underworld!

If you think the sanctuary looks plain and boring, wait till you see the world down there. It's really amazing. I've never spent that long time snorkeling. I swam away and far out to sea where it's deeper. The corals were spectacular and the fish were just so playful. Saw clown fish, a couple of sea snakes and other colorful fishy-fishy. I saw them dancing, doing the yin yang poses and swimming back and forth. I was ecstatic. (Remind me again to finally buy a digital underwater camera).

REMEMBER: DO NOT TOUCH THE CORALS!

After seeing all the wonders plus a sea snake. I slowly flipped away from the sea to the shore. ha ha ( Scared as hell!) I went to Apo Island Resort to eat lunch. It was a good meal, actually. After communing with myself for a while, i ordered for chicken adobo, garlic rice, potato salad, two bottles of 8 ounce coca cola and 4 bottles of San Mig Light. I was in heaven. And it only cost me less than P500 considering it's a high-end resort.

I sat there and watched as the waters glimmer, the rocks boasting its might and a couple of local tourists from the city speaking their native tongue. I don't understand Cebuano but i could sense that actually, they were talking about me. Who cares? ha ha

The rest of the day was spent doing absolutely nothing, which i loved. I would walk around and swim every now and then as i finish my bottle of beer. I regret not being able to snorkel some more near the rocks as i have heard great reviews about the place.

I was back to where the boat was docked. It was about quarter before 4pm and i was just admiring the beautiful sun as it slowly dies. I see fishermen, little kids playing and dozen foreigners getting prepped up for a late afternoon dive.

I was told that this day was the day the people saw about five turtles swimming a few meters away from the shore. That was happening while I was goofing with one little kid as he tries to hide from the lone tree.

To be honest, i won't stay longer in Apo Island. A few hours was enough for me. I loved the vibe and the wonders underwater. I was searching for a place where i could feel i was discovering it, and not just touring it. I saw so many tourists and these tourists wind up doing the expected. I couldn't say i did something unique. At least, i had good sun and swim.

To the right are the cute huts of Apo Island Resort facing forward the majestic rock. If you look closely, there's a text written on it. I am not sure if this is the work of vandals. Slowly, the island of Apo fades away from the horizon.

The view from the boat was spectacular but again, the water was raging. I got to chat with the family: the father, the daughters and sons. Later on, i found out that the father is working in the states as an engineer and he just came back to Dumaguete for a short vacation. They are going to Apo island for a short vacation. Here i am, ruining their precious moment together. But it's okay, i felt at home with them. I suddenly missed my family. If only they know how my trips build the best of me, they would be proud of me.

I looked up in the sky as the sun sets and saw what's ahead of me. God, Negros is so beautiful!

After arriving in Zamboanguita, i was ready to head back to Dumaguete. As i was cleaning my feet from the sand in one of the poso, the family approached me once again and told me to hitch a ride with them heading back to the city. I left Zamboanguita via a multi-cab which the family owns. I passed through quaint little towns on my way back to the city. In between looking at the window, i share a laugh and smile for the family i met showed me what kindness and generosity is all about.

*This post is dedicated to the kindness of Engineer Conrado V. Del Carmen and his family. Thank you sir for making my trip to Apo Island.

Best Regards.

STORY: I've stayed in the ugliest hostels/hotels/guesthouses in Thailand and Cambodia. I've slept in a bed with bugs in Malaysia. I almost got burned alive in Hong Kong. A few days before this, I've stayed in an awesome guesthouse in Siquijor. Now, destiny played a trick on me. I think i just stayed in the worst guesthouse ever!!!

As soon as I arrived, i saw the owner himself. He was there together with two other assistants. I smiled and humbly asked for the cheapest room where i could stay for a few days. I already called up a week before to book a room. All of a sudden, the room i reserved got booked. Weird, i know. But I didn't mind staying in another room.

I've read awesome reviews of this guesthouse. A lot of foreigners actually consider this place home away from home. The place has been one of the top picks of Lonely Planet and is a very popular hideaway for vacationers. Ask everyone in Dumaguete for a fun and cool place to stay, they would point you out here. This man didn't mind me. Yes, the owner whose suppose to be the friendliest guesthouse owner didn't even bother to assist me. The two girls who were both bored that afternoon, attended to me. A few minutes later, a Dutch couple arrived. Soon after, a group of European backpackers were falling in line. All of them were greeted with infinite smiles by the owner. There he was, standing up and walking away from his laptop and going to where the foreigners are. I wondered if they were all friends. Then, he introduced himself. Ergo, they haven't met yet. They all shook hands and talked for minutes while i was there, first in line and humbly inquiring about the room i reserved which happened to be booked already. I didn't even see the owner say sorry, not even a smile.

I got to the upper most floor where the cheapest rooms are. As seen in the photo above, I was staying in an awful-looking room. The walls were unfinished and made up of plywood. The smell of cheap wood was confusing me. After packing my bags, i was off to explore Dumaguete city. I arrived around quarter after 10 that evening. When i got to the entrance, i smiled to the guard who was manning the front. He stopped me and held me like an escape prisoner. He asked me a couple of times if i was staying there. I was really pissed off. I already introduced myself to the guard earlier that afternoon because i was hoping I'll be able to chat with him, and ask him about the city. I told him, if i wasn't staying in this guesthouse, why the hell i was there?

I left and went up to the room really, really mad. But i was still keeping my cool.

The next day, i was going down to the lounge on the second floor where there's free use of internet. I wanted to take care of my social networking sites. Just to be cordial about it, i asked the attendant if i could use the internet. He asked me again and again if i was staying in the guesthouse. I stood up and left in embarrassment from the other guests.
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EDIT AS OF MARCH 8, 2011
I am so sorry i just remembered this last incident which i think was unforgivable. I went to the toilet (let's not even go there) and then i had shower. It was about ten in the morning when i locked my door and went to do my business in the separate toilet and shower room. I returned (like the hippie that i am) in just my towel. I went to the room and started prepping up for the day. A few minutes later, one of the hotel staff used the hotel key to open the door. I saw him there standing by the door. I wasn't even dressed yet. Actually, i wasn't wearing anything. He said sorry saying he thought nobody was staying there and left.

Really? Let's backtrack a little bit. I booked my room in advance. I always smoke by the balcony and pass by the hotel staff countless number of times. The staff would definitely know i was staying in that room for a number of days, for sure.

I just wonder what if one of my sisters or my girl friends was in that room at that time when the hotel staff barged in the door? I can only imagine things. That incident was way uncalled for.
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Pardon me for the next few lines...

"I wanted to get out of that shit hole fast but i already paid for the rest of my stay. It was making me crazy just the thought of staying in an overrated guesthouse with a bunch of bitches and assholes."

Everyday, when I wake up, all I want to do was leave the guesthouse. The air of the people was enough to suffocate me. One night, the owner treated the foreign guests to a drinking session. There they were across from my room merry making and having a good time. I didn't even bother to smile and walk up to them. If they offered me a drink, I would probably say no anyway.

I am not picky when it comes to accommodations. Heck, i can even sleep on the floor. I am not exaggerating my experiences. What really pissed me of about this guesthouse was that the people working here are partial to foreign guests. I am hoping this is an isolated case. But i have a feeling, local tourists aren't treated as nice as the foreign guests. Why? Because supposedly foreign guests have more money? The people must have thought i am local, which is what i am aiming for. Either way, everyone must be treated fairly eh?!

One night, after coming back from Apo Island. I wore the shirt with pride. I just came back from the island and i traveled all by myself even though the guesthouse can arrange for a trip there. I looked at the owner and went up to my room immediately. As much as I'd like to let the owners and the attendants know how i feel, i realized it's not even worth it. They already know what's wrong.

It disappointments me a lot that i stayed in a guesthouse in my home country and i wasn't welcomed. I've stayed in an even cheaper guesthouse in Krabi and my neighbors welcomed me there like my family. I eat with the locals, i smoke with them and i roam around the jungle with them. I was home.

Thank you Harolds Mansion for making me appreciate all the guesthouses i've stayed in, and for making me realize how much i miss home.

EDIT AS OF MARCH 24, 2011
I just received an e-mail from the secretary of Harold’s Mansion a few minutes ago. The decision to not anymore disclose the content of the message was decided upon the grounds of my moral obligation as a Christian and objectivity for unprejudiced journalism. I stand by the content which I wrote as my review for the guesthouse, and that the experiences shared in this blog were truthful and never exaggerated. I reiterate with full confidence that this blog shall never be threatened, persuaded, and/or influenced.Best Regards.

ULTIMATE BLOG CARNIVAL REWIND: I have seen more than I have traveled. I look outside and always find myself looking in. I have slowly grown to become someone whose mind has flourished not in the miles I have sailed across seas but with the lessons I have to come learn.

When you’re out there, eager to learn and experience, the memories of that great temple, that historical landmark, or that deep turquoise waters, all fade into a horizon. As the sun rises the next day, you will re-discover the real essence of traveling, after all. When you go back home, you know already the answers to the questions you never had the courage to ask.

I have been travelling across the archipelago for almost 50 months, and my experiences have molded me into someone whose mind and heart have been immortalized by the kindness of people I met while I’m on the road.

The Motorcyclist

I hitched on the back of his polished motorcycle, one which he has bought from his three years working as a public driver. He took me to the highest mountain and waterfalls in Negros, cruised right across the highway while the sun was rising from Mindanao Sea. Alex was the gentle fellow from the land of gentle people. He was my tour guide/ driver for days while I was roaming around this beautiful province. Once, over dinner, he shared with me his life story and how he sees his future. It’s not like many of us dream of, to be honest, but he was proud of his small achievements. For one, he is eager to make the promises he has made for his family come true; a house that’s filled with love and enough money for his little one’s education. We made a detour before going back to the city to introduce me to his family. There, I saw in him the sparkle in the eyes as he gleefully tours me around his simple abode. As my time in Negros was coming to end, I cheers beer with him for the very last time. It was like leaving a family behind for me, in a place I have no one to call one. Money was never an issue. He let me decide for myself his earnings from the days we’ve been travelling together. How can one refuse gold when it can inherently make the person a king? I guess, money isn’t everything.

The Japanese School Teacher

You leave your home to call another one yours. How do you do that when you had a choice? He was a grade school teacher in the land of the rising sun, earning more than enough while teaching proper math to kids. Leaving all the luxuries in life, he exchanged his life for a place where no one dares to go. Setting up a quaint little resort in the land infamous for witchcraft and sorcery, he continues to live and share knowledge to the local people. Through his commitment, he was able to establish his vision of proper education and facilities for the school kids of Siquijor. I walked into the resort on a hot midday sun, feeling the warmth in an instant. I was greeted by part-time students whose education was being sponsored by this man’s foundation. Others may believe in supernatural, while some oppose it. The real magic of Siquijor I’ve come to know is that kindness may exist without waiting something in return. I’ve recently talked to one of his students who’s now in Manila pursuing higher studies. Dagman made a way for him to go to Manila and continue living his dream of a better life. I couldn’t help but realize that indeed, kindness and generosity shall make this little world of ours better again.

Anonymous

They say, “No man is an island”. In life, relationships are always questionable. It gets the best of you, sometimes that it becomes too hard to deal with. And leaving isn’t the easiest thing to overcome, right? I’ve come to learn from one person that life is also about tragedies. People come and go. You meet them, and they may sometimes leave you. Whether it is done on purpose or not, be thankful because it happened. As you look back, you recall not the hard times but only good memories. These tragedies become beautiful as you continue your journey in life. I’ve come to learn how it is to travel alone, to look out for myself, and to embrace what has been bestowed upon me. We don’t always win. That’s the greatest lesson I’ve come to learn. But sometimes, losing becomes the unexpected answer to the question, how to forget. To you who has passed, be reminded that I don’t look forward to the future knowing I haven’t learned yet from the past.

The Daughter

She’s beautiful, she’s sincere, and she’s young and intelligent. She’s perfect. She crossed the other side of the world to help, not because she was forced to do so, but because it has become her vocation to reach out. I met here through a common friend as she helps around poor little kids of Manila learn. I often meet up with Andreane, with her charming smile that’s so infectious it’s too hard to ignore. On her last night in Manila, she hugged the old lady manning the bar where she often goes to. I started to wonder how much she has made an impression to the old lady, and the other people she has come to know. I wonder what these people feel about a foreigner loving them so greatly. It was sad, almost heart-breaking to see a daughter leaving her second mom behind, knowing the future isn’t planned out yet. I never knew travelling can inherently make you feel the love you never expected to have. Acceptance isn’t about finding the worst and loving it. The true sincerity of a person emanates from within. When love and honesty is shown, there is truth. Months have passed and I would often talk about her generosity to the people I know. As I order a bottle of beer in one of the noisy, crowded restaurants in Manila, I just smile and show my courtesy because I know it is the right thing to do.

The Pianist

You meet a person and immediately judge them. You tell right away, what this person likes and what this person hates. We are all a judge of characters. I am guilty of that. You meet a person whom you thought is just someone you will meet at the spur of the moment. This person is fun to be with, wild sometimes and most of the time, unpredictable. He would walk barefoot in one dirty alleyway in Manila, yet you would somehow understand why. That free-spirited guy is Matthias. You see him and immediately realize, this person doesn't care about what other people think. He is a lover of life and lover of unexpectedness. He bids goodbye and you know it’s going to be alright. Little did I know, the other half of his life is waiting to be discovered online. Passion isn't about advertising yourself to the world. It’s natural, it’s unique and it’s inspiring. I never knew he plays the piano. Moreover, I never knew he plays the piano damn good. He is on the road now somewhere in New Zealand, not waiting to be discovered, but waiting for people to get inspired. If there’s one person I know who’s making a huge impact in the lives of many, it’s him. Inspiration doesn't always come full on, it’s slicing little bits of pieces to discover the littleness and subtlety what is called a dream we all aspire for.

Anonymous

Discovery isn’t earned but learned. You pay for the price when you’re going through the hardest hurdles and toughest obstacles because you have a goal. Yet, it somehow feels worth it. If there’s something great about it is that you begin to live again. It may be a risk, I know. But if this risk is going to put me down, so shall be it. I’ve learned to become fearless! I will confront what I don’t want to see, hear or touch. I realize what's working for me is living life to the minute. I don't believe in plans because they just ruin surprises. I believe that everything happens for a reason. And if i find what i am searching for, then it must be blessed. I am looking forward and sincerely ecstatic for I know the best is yet to come. Everyday i am learning, and everyday i am thankful.

The Diver

“So, how do you find the Philippines?”, I asked this bloke from Holland what he thought of the country. I never knew his answers would make me ask questions for myself and hit me right in the core for a long time. He has been travelling around the Philippines for a few weeks now and has been to unspoilt beaches and plush mountain ranges up north and south. He’s on a relax mode in Southern Philippines, staying in a lovely shack opposite of mine in the island of fire. Apparently, we have the same flight going back to Manila. With relatively nothing to do so far when I get back, he tagged me along on his first cruise around Malate. I would often catch him glancing at street vendors and beggars. I would see him smiling at women whose eyes have a funny wink. We checked out one Japanese restaurant and ordered beer and sushi. We started talking about first impressions about the country and his views of the city called Manila. I let him talk and i only answer back when asked. Mostly, he was telling me how he views the country. He asked me one question which I failed miserably. He stopped and said, "never mind". He must have sensed I lost myself when he asked me something I wasn’t prepared to answer. He knew I was giving my best shot explaining to him the differences in my country. I thought I was being interviewed for a second. But Gus loves everything about the Philippines. He said the people are nice but not too nice it’s hard to know whether it’s honest or not, just like in Thailand. He said the food is varied but he loves the seafood plus it’s cheap. He said the culture is different from other Asian countries so it’s closer to home. He is amazed by the natural wonders of the country and the lack of tourists exploiting them. Later that night, I bid him goodbye so he can sleep for an early morning flight back to Holland. A few hours earlier, we were looking for a hotel in Ermita that he had booked from a local travel agency earlier that week. When we got there, the place was run down and non-existent.

When the September blog carnival theme was released, I found myself confused who to choose for this blog entry. With thousands of miles reached across the archipelago, and the number of friends, acquaintances and random people I’ve met, it’s hard to pick one that has truly made a mark. There are seven people whom I’ve met so far that has made a lasting impression in me. The thoughts they all left behind have been my fuel to continue on, finding excitement in this unexpected world and giving back kindness to the people I will still meet in the future.