Bohol Day 1 – Tagbilaran To Anda Via A Small Ditch

We decided to fly from Legazpi to the Visayas rather than travelling overland/water via Leyte just so we could spend those extra few days up in north Luzon, and so we could squeeze a cheeky little trip to Caramoan in. Flights here aren’t going to have your bank account curling up in a dark corner…

Random Little Legazpi Tour

We duly rocked up to Bicol Adventure ATV by 7am, shuffling past the touts because shuffling is the only forward movement possible when you’ve been up since some god awful hour again, easily fending them off this time with a grumpy, “yeah we’ve already done it.” Rowel was ready and waiting for us with two…

ATVing At The Foot Of A Volcano

One of those “oh you simply must!” places near Legazpi are the Cagsawa Ruins. Cagsawa was a town from 1587 but Mayon gave no fucks about that and on the 1st February 1814 she erupted and rained rocks and sand down on the town. The township was moved to Daraga, and Cagsawa deteriorated until the…

A Typical Drenching

There’s no direct way of getting from Caramoan to Legazpi so we endured the mission back to Naga but this time we took a jeepney from Sabang to Naga to avoid paying the extra for our bags because we really are that tight. It took a bit longer but you can’t really bitch over ₱100,…

Caramoan Island Hopping – Part 2

With Matukad being closed our boatman tried for another island but we were shooed away by Survivor security. He exchanged a few words with the boy then started heading towards a cove on the mainland which looked way too populated for our liking. There was even a fucking house there. Our guys didn’t speak much,…

Caramoan Island Hopping – Part 1

Not far from Naga is a place called Caramoan which has a group of islands made famous on account of many of the Survivor programs being shot there. I’ve not seen any of them, I like reality TV about as much as I like being stabbed in the face. Oh and when I say “not…

Necessarily Dull Down Time

I pretty much had to be dragged away from north Luzon. I’d have been kicking and screaming but it’s unseemly, plus I had no fucking energy left from climbing up and down hills that could legally be defined as vertical. Germaine’s cousin portered our bags up the hill from Batad to the end of the…