destinations Traveling As A Passion

[Anaheim]

pareng sally, i truly enjoy reading your travel experiences. parang travel guide documentary.

 

ako'y naging isang tagasubay-bay ng iyong pagsusulat.

[Anaheim]

Hello Pareng Sally!

 

May theme park ba jan sa Bangkok? Yung mala-Ocean Park man lang.

I've never been to Bangkok too. on what I've heard...grabe daw ang traffic sa bangkok. ano ang mga attractions dyan pareng sally (yung ala ocean park nga, hindi yung mga girlie bars) .

[Chi-Chi]

I wanna go on holidays sa france.. just to

see the louvre ung nasa book ni dan brown

[summersky07]

i wanna go to Milan with my special someone

 

for a romatic date...

[sally bogna mathay]

continued...

 

....…and everyone on the bus would later have his/her own story to tell on how those hours where whiled away. Many dozed off to their heart’s content at different times. Some really found it difficult to sleep. You could see them, contorting to different forms, which led to my sudden appreciation of the human anatomy’s structure.

 

Other stayed in one position and pretended their very best to sleep. But they could not, because they responded to every sound, to the slightest change in speed or to a sudden gush from the sir ducts that emitted very cold air, especially when someone else moved a duct. A few steadfastly refused any thought of sleep.

 

The press pack on bus 192 consisted of various characters, as would any group composed of writers, reporters, photographers, cameramen and public relations consultants. They were a raucous bunch that saw this trip as an opportunity to relax and see the country while working at the same time.

 

Many had been through it all – the natural and man-made disasters, the endless political intrigues. Most were hardened souls and had accumulated a wealth of experience from years of toiling in their beloved professions. Almost all were smokers too. They would all light up during a stop and blow a cloud of smoke to every direction, almost in unison, and this was certainly enough to awaken those who detested tobacco and had just awakened. By the way, as a matter of utmost necessity, it is important to establish rapport immediately with the person beside you, particularly on a long stretch like this. You might discover later on that you’ll both laugh at the same sex-laced joke.

 

 

6:42am

 

We stop at Gumaca to empty our bladders. The bus is cruising at a comfortable 80 kph on the highway that resembles the contours of a chicken’s intestines. No chance for catching the sun here as far as the photographers are concerned because the gray sky remains blotted by rain, the remnants of a typhoon that entered Infanta the night before and was probably dumping even more rain in Manila. I will now give in to the thought of closing my eyes for a few minutes to allow them to rest.

 

9:27am

 

That was refreshing. I am used to living on naps. And this one was really good. I notice the rain had let up somewhat. “Bicol,” the graphic artist beside me said, as if to answer my mental question of where we are. I ask and the woman in front of me says we are in the town of Ragay, Camarines Sur. On both sides of the highway are those ubiquitous coconut trees. At Sipocot, we stop again for a quick pee.

 

11:35am

 

The sun is shining reluctantly when we reach Naga City, Camarines Sur and it is here where we finally get the chance to wash up. Brunch is served and everyone is in high spirits again despite the delay.

 

First named Nueva Ceceres in 1573 by the Spaniards, Naga (later to become a city) was already a thriving settlement near the Bicol river that was the center of trade in the region. We go around and see some of the sights, which include the Naga Metropolitan Cathedral, the Naga Basilica and the Penafrancia shrine that is honored by a festival held in September annually. In the distance is Mt. Isarog

 

3pm

 

At Iriga City, which lies in the shadow of a volcano with a similar name, we are treated to a cultural presentation and another meal. Not much time left to explore this place but just the same, I can’t help but feel being treated like a king by these gracious folks, our hosts, who have prepared what again seems to be another feast. That’s one of the nicest things one remembers on these journeys. The kindness of men that we will experience at almost every stop more than makes up for any bout with fatigue and fragility.

[sally bogna mathay]

Hello Pareng Sally!

 

May theme park ba jan sa Bangkok? Yung mala-Ocean Park man lang.

apreng storm, the theme parks here are not in the same league as hongkong's ocean park. medyo luma and all it has are a zoo, a fake wave, a giant pool, and carnival rides. nothing at all exciting. but there is a snake and crocodile farm that's popular with tourists...ever see a man put his head between the massive jaws of a croc? amazing.

[sally bogna mathay]

I've never been to Bangkok too. on what I've heard...grabe daw ang traffic sa bangkok. ano ang mga attractions dyan pareng sally (yung ala ocean park nga, hindi yung mga girlie bars) .

traffic has improved tremendously since i first came in 1991. back then grabe talaga. the economic crisis forced the thais to sell their cars and cut back on purchases. during the boom years (91-94), 4,000 newly registered cars came out on the streets on a daily basis. in 1997, bagsak ang negosyo. but now, just five years later, boom na naman. ang bilis nilang naka-ahon. my friends there sa manila say traffic daw is of diabolical proportions now (ganoon dati dito).

 

the theme parks are not really worth a visit. luma, not properly maintained. most tourists come here to shop and visit the old temples, like the grand palace. the old quarters of the city are nice, since lots of houses and buildings dating back to the 1920s have been preserved. i usually explore the city on foot with my wife. mahilig kasi kami sa ukay-ukay, antiques, memorabilia...any stuff that's old, that's why we go to flea markets. chinatown is great. delicious food, lots of bargains.

 

sabi nga nila, when in bangkok, think of the 4s (sex, shopping, sun and spa).

[bods1000]

traffic has improved tremendously since i first came in 1991. back then grabe talaga. the economic crisis forced the thais to sell their cars and cut back on purchases. during the boom years (91-94), 4,000 newly registered cars came out on the streets on a daily basis. in 1997, bagsak ang negosyo. but now, just five years later, boom na naman. ang bilis nilang naka-ahon. my friends there sa manila say traffic daw is of diabolical proportions now (ganoon dati dito).

 

the theme parks are not really worth a visit. luma, not properly maintained. most tourists come here to shop and visit the old temples, like the grand palace. the old quarters of the city are nice, since lots of houses and buildings dating back to the 1920s have been preserved. i usually explore the city on foot with my wife. mahilig kasi kami sa ukay-ukay, antiques, memorabilia...any stuff that's old, that's why we go to flea markets. chinatown is great. delicious food, lots of bargains.

 

sabi nga nila, when in bangkok, think of the 4s (sex, shopping, sun and spa).

you're right pare...

I was in Bangkok in 1990 and traffic was terrible but when I came back in 2000 mdyo maganda na ng konti. Also ang dami na nilang Skyways kaya ang bilis ng traffic going in and out of Bangkok...the really depressing discovery in that span of ten years was that puro transvestites na sa Patpong but they really look like girls. Four straight nights kaming nagpuyat pumunta sa Patpong and we did not chance upon a single authentic female sa mga bars

[bods1000]

pareng sally ang galing nung travelogue mo! I had always been thinking of taking that bus ride from Manila to Davao - but luck and circumstances just won't allow it yet...

[sally bogna mathay]

...the really depressing discovery in that span of ten years was that puro transvestites na sa Patpong but they really look like girls. Four straight nights kaming nagpuyat pumunta sa Patpong and we did not chance upon a single authentic female sa mga bars

that's because bkk is now the unofficial sex change capital of the world. dati singapore, pero ngayon mas mura dito...as you have seen! but don't be depressed...dami pa ditong bars worth a visit.

[sally bogna mathay]

...the really depressing discovery in that span of ten years was that puro transvestites na sa Patpong but they really look like girls. Four straight nights kaming nagpuyat pumunta sa Patpong and we did not chance upon a single authentic female sa mga bars

that's because bkk is now the unofficial sex change capital of the world. dati singapore, pero ngayon mas mura dito...as you have seen! but don't be depressed...dami pa ditong bars worth a visit.

[sally bogna mathay]

pareng sally ang galing nung travelogue mo! I had always been thinking of taking that bus ride from Manila to Davao - but luck and circumstances just won't allow it yet...

pare, you should, to discover just how diverse rp is. masaya pag madami kayo. it'll be almost impossible to visit 7000 + islands, pero 73 provinces sounds feasible. actually, kung straight manila-cdo-davao, mga 30-36 hours by bus.

[Raintribe]

Good morning fellow travelers!

 

Had a friend who took his wife and daughter on a road trip one summer. Went from Laguna to Zamboanga on anything but an airplane. Stayed at small hostels and pension houses. Guess what his budget was? Food and drinks inclusive for 3 people..... P15,000!!!!! His name is Radel Paredes and teaches art in USC Cebu.

 

This is a true story

[Magaling]

you're right pare...

I was in Bangkok in 1990 and traffic was terrible but when I came back in 2000 mdyo maganda na ng konti. Also ang dami na nilang Skyways kaya ang bilis ng traffic going in and out of Bangkok...the really depressing discovery in that span of ten years was that puro transvestites na sa Patpong but they really look like girls. Four straight nights kaming nagpuyat pumunta sa Patpong and we did not chance upon a single authentic female sa mga bars

I agree with this observation. I think the traffic in Manila has now become worse than Bangkok.

 

If you're not careful, some of those transvestites look even better than some of the women. They can certainly fool the uninitiated. Specially the farangs who are not familiar with Asian male/female features Be very careful mga pards . . .

[sally bogna mathay]

4:07pm

 

We enter what is touted as the oldest bus terminal in the country. This is where Philtranco – originally known by the acronym ALATCO – was founded in 1914 by Americnas. A.L. Ammen and Max Blouse. The office at the back has been preserved, with the flooring and some of the original furniture still intact and in the same place where they were first positioned. Bits and pieces of a bygone era are displayed at the foyer. And the rooms inside retain the smell of old wood. It’s time for another nap.

 

 

 

6:35pm

 

We sink our teeth into a sumptuous buffet of crabs, barbecue, laing, steamed fish, mussels and lechon. It is the second lechon we encounter is just over 12 hours. Of course everyone goes for the crispy skin first before the flesh. Two hours later, we pat our stomachs, yawn and climb the bus and immediately inhale the freezing air inside as the tropical heat makes its presence felt for the first time. Next stop at around midnight is Legazpi City, Albay.

 

Day 3

October 18

8am

 

For the first time, we slept on a bed. How good it felt. All the aches and pains are gone. We check out after breakfast and head to the famous ruins at Cagsawa, in the town of Daraga (recently renamed Locsin). On the belfry of the church that was built originally in 1587 remains visible.

 

Behind it is the volcano we have surely seen before in countless postcards and pictures. But to be this close to Mt. Mayon, to actually see the peak and the clouds that hover around it is to be convinced of its invincibility. It is massive and wide and let no the serenity lull anyone into believing that something like this can’t be that dangerous. For it is. On Feb. 1, 1814, Mt. Mayon erupted without warning and buried a few towns and several villages in the vicinity. Just this decade, the volcano erupted again and sent the people fleeing. It is always alive and will almost certainly never die.

 

9:30am

 

We hit the highway for the province of Sorsogon, the jump off point for the Visayas, and arrive at the capital with the same name, just before noon, where we’re treated to another hearty lunch. Sorsogon is probably one of the few provinces in the archipelago that has no pronounced dry season. Lying on the southeastern most tip of Luzon, it is frequently hit by typhoons and because of that, the soil is rich, resulting in lush vegetation everywhere.

 

An hour later, we’re on the way to the town of Matnog where we’ll board the ferry for Samar. Mt. Bulusan suddenly appears out of nowhere, while the road extends as far as the eye can see…I recall Joni Mitchels’s Miles of Aisles…and enter the world of dreamers. By the time the bus reaches Matnog Bay, I will have traveled 671 kilometers.

 

5:45pm

 

The Maharlika I ferry glided smoothly on the waters of the San Bernardino Strait, as dusk approached silently. Matnog and the rest of Sorsogon slowly became a blur, obliterated by the cloak of darkness and descending rain.

 

Revitalized by another nap, I check my surroundings and realize that for once, I am not riding on the bus but on one hulk of a ferry.

The Maharlika I originally plied the waters around Japan before it was purchased by a local entrepreneur. Today it moves vehicles, people and cargo to and from Luzon and the Visayas. Like every passenger boat, it has a first class and economy section. There was even a karaoke cum jukebox on board and many of my bus mates had the time of their lives singing their favorites tunes. At some point, the rain became stronger and we all laughed. I decided to stay on deck for the rest of the journey to enjoy the breeze, which to me had a therapeutic effect.

 

7:25pm

The shores and lights of Samar loomed up ahead as we prepared to dock at the port in San Isidro.

 

Samar, the second biggest island in the Visayas, is surrounded by about 200 islands and is composed of three provinces whose development has long been neglected by previous governments. For several years, it has been known as a stronghold of Marxist guerillas who have taken advantage of the island’s rugged terrain and backwater reputation. Consequently, much of the environment has been preserved, making it one of the least visited destinations.

 

We will be driving along the coast on the way to Calbayog City before entering Western Samar and stopping at Catbalogan City, the provincial capital, which we will probably reach just after midnight.