The old
excitement came back to me again as I was sat on the bus from Manila Airport
heading to the city. I’m in a whole new city in a whole new country that has a
completely different language, history and culture and I know nothing about any
of it. It’s always the same, no matter how tired I am the first thing I want to
do is to go out and explore and learn as much as I can. I have had this feeling
several times in the recent months and it’s something I will miss when I return
home in July.
| Manila |
I’m in the
Philippines, the tropical archipelago that has beautiful clear skies. It has
been so long since I’ve seen the sky so blue. No pollution, no smog and no dust
so my first thought of Manila was how pretty it was. I realised after a couple
of days here that whilst it’s nice on the surface there are some very dirty
cracks.
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| Separate stairs for separate carries |
As I got off
the shuttle bus and onto the train I noticed that there were different carriages
for men and woman. I’m not sure what happens if you’re a couple. Do you have to
split up? I suppose the women would have to go the men’s carriage. I had a few
people stare at me on the train. I think they are plenty used to westerners
here, but maybe it was unusual to see one on the train. Most people that travel
here are on holiday and have a much bigger budget to afford to pay for the taxi
mafia.
It was still
silly o’clock in the morning and I had essential been up all night. I was able
to check in early so I went straight to bed to catch some zzz’s before I went
out to explore.
I had heard
about the jeepneys and the first one I saw was parked right outside the hostel.
It’s quite hard to describe them, I suppose they are like a long jeep but they
are always extra colourful and flamboyant. They work like buses with each one
on a certain route. It seems completely unorganised and there is no way a
westerner could use one without being told what the deal is.
| Thought it was taller |
| Not as big as the real one |
Manila is
made up of big suburbs. I didn’t want to go too far today so I just explored
the suburb of Makati which was where I was staying. There are mostly just
shopping centres here. Actually there are a lot of shopping centres in Manila.
It almost seems like the only thing you can do here is shop. Outside this one
was a lot of replicas of monuments you would find in Europe. I should get to
see the real Leaning Tower of Pisa in July. I expect it will be bigger.
| There's something happening |
I was mainly
on a mission for lunch but I found a shop that had some cheap stuff in it so I
bought some a few things. I got some new flip flops, socks, sunglasses (although they
broke before I used them) and a new rucksack. It was all quite cheap and it’s
been ages since I had any new stuff.
As I left
the shop I noticed a large crowd had gathered for some guy that had won the
Filipino X Factor but they were having massive technical difficulties and I
left after half an hour of waiting.
| Nice view from the rooftop garden |
| Rooftop garden |
The shopping
centre next door had a rooftop garden which seemed a popular place to hang out.
There were lots of families. There were a couple of artworks and some dancing
fountains. It was a nice place to sit for a bit.
I had a bit
of a history lesson at the American War Cemetery that afternoon. It was a very
peaceful place with hundreds and hundreds of graves. The memorial in the centre
had four rooms each with a few of these massive displays describing different
parts of the war with Japan.
I knew very
little about the Pacific part of World War II. I’m aware that I should know but
history doesn’t really sink in with me unless I’m in a place and experiencing
it rather than reading about it in a book. I didn’t even know that the Japanese
had occupied the Philippines. I suppose it makes sense because I know that
Australia had their fights with them.
In these rooms
I learnt a lot about what happened. It gave a good overview of the Pacific War
as well as individuals battles that were fought on and around the Philippines. The Japanese had occupied the Philippines for 3 years
and they were very oppressive. The
Japanese I’ve met seem so nice. T. It’s hard to imagine them doing these pretty
horrible things here in the Philippines and elsewhere in Asia. I considered
myself educated and went back to the hostel.
The next day I
went over to a different part of the city where I planned to have a whole
different history lesson about the Spanish Colonisation. You definitely notice
the Spanish heritage even now. There is a very Latin feel about the place and
the language sounds very similar to Spanish although I imagine the words are
completely different.
Unfortunately,
the day I chose to visit the old city was the day everything was shut so I
wouldn’t be able to learn much. It was still a nice place to walk around but it
was like a ghost town and I couldn’t go in any of the museums.
The Manila
Cathedral was open though so I got to have a look around that. It’s the eighth
version of the cathedral. The sign outside the front of it made me laugh as it
described the fate of the previous seven versions. It’s a wonder they didn’t
just give up on it.
I went over
the old fortress, past the old army barracks that was destroyed in the Battle
of Manila when the Japanese sacked the city. The fortress is one of the main
tourist attractions in Manila but I felt a little underwhelmed. Most of it is
closed off and the only impressive part of it is the moat and entrance but that
was all rebuilt in the 70s.
There was a
golden footpath walked by a man that was famous for something. It was his dead
man walking trail as he was escorted to be hanged. I have no idea why he was
famous as the museum was closed. I was annoyed I had paid full price entry when
everything inside was closed.
I continued
to walk around the old city. There were a couple of signs around that explained
what I was looking at which came in useful. The wall was pretty cool.
The next day
I took a flight to Cebu. My expectations for Manila had been low as most people
told me to skip it. It was alright for just a couple of days but now I was
going to Cebu Island which would be a lot different.
I arrived
late in Cebu and there was about an hour wait for a taxi into Cebu city which
was a little frustrating. When I finally did get going I had an interesting
conversation with the taxi driver. He taught me a few Filipino words which was
handy but then he told me to watch out for the drug addicts. There was a rock
in the middle of the road which he had to swerve around and he said a drug
addict had probably put it there. He went on to say there a lot of drug addicts
in this city. Excellent. I was only staying one night anyway. Cebu city looked
exactly the same as Manila so I didn’t think I’ll be missing out on much.
The hostel
seemed like a very lively place. The one in Manila had been very quiet with not
many people to talk to. Here in Cebu, there were loads of people and it would have been
a great place to socialise had it not been 11pm already and I was knackered. I left
early the next day too so no time to make friends.
I had a
three hour bus journey to the region of Oslob which is an area where you can
see whale sharks. I chose to stay in the area rather than do a big day trip
from Cebu city as I heard it can get very crowded by midday. This way I could go
early before the crowds.
The hotel
was very nice place on the coast. I had my own double room which was the
cheapest bed in the area. There was a pool which I thoroughly took advantage
of. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a pool. There didn’t seem to be all
that many people about. There was large Filipino family staying there but that
seemed to be it. No one for me to make friends with.
That night I
ended up having a few beers by myself. I can’t remember if there was a reason, I
think I just felt like it and there was no one there to drink with me so I just
got drunk by myself in the room.
I was up
early the next to catch the bus to the whale shark place. I had wave down the
bus from the side of road which was unnerving as there is no bus stop so
there’s nowhere to stand and they come flying down the road pretty quickly. I
had to follow the route on the GPS so that I knew when to get off.
Once I
arrived I organised my snorkelling trip with one of the companies. It’s much cheaper
to do it here than in Australia where I had passed up the opportunity to save
money. I was hoping to join a group so that I would have people to enjoy it
with but the woman said I would get a private boat.
After a
quick safety briefing, more for the whales safety than mine, I jumped on a boat.
There must have been about twenty boats already floating around and as we
headed over to the group I saw a whale shark swim underneath the boat. It was
huge.
I got in the
water with my snorkel and admired these gentle giants. They looked awesome
and they are huge. You aren’t supposed to go within two metres of them but
sometimes they would swim directly at you which was very unnerving.
I think I
enjoyed the experience. I certainly tried to but there was a nagging in the
back of my mind. This whole operation is really harmful for the whales. I
noticed scars on their fins where they have hit the boats and, no matter how
hard you try, you are always going to get those tourists that don’t follow the
rules as there is no consequence. They are trying to police it much more than
they used to but that’s not the biggest issue. They are constantly being fed so
they have stopped migrating which is causing a whole other set of issues. It’s
a once in a lifetime experience but I feel like I have just contributed to the
problem and that dampened my enjoyment.
Back on dry
land I organised for a guy on a motorbike to take me to a nearby waterfall. It’s
quite a popular one but it hadn’t rained for some time so the water level was
very low.
It was still
impressive though and you can see why it would be so popular in full flow. I
had a little shower underneath it to wash the salt off. Then it was a massive
hike back up the hill to where the guy on the bike was. He took me back to the
hotel where I checked out before catching the bus to Moalboal.
This was on
the other side of the island but I had to take the coastal road so it took a
little while. I had to change buses at the bottom of the island before going
back up the other side. The second bus was far from enjoyable. There were no
seats so I had to stand or sit in the aisle for most of the way.
I choose to
stay in a hostel this time so that I would have someone to talk to but alas I
had a five bed dorm to myself. There were other hostels on the beach but they
were fully booked. I stayed in town where seemingly no one else stays. I
briefly saw a couple in the room next to me but they disappeared and on the
other side was a storage room for the McDonalds around the corner which was
random. I kept seeing a guy in Maccas uniform coming to collect things every
now and then.
Moalboal was
one very busy street but just behind that street is a quiet traditional
village. There was a completely different vibe here to the big cities of Manila
and Cebu.
I got on the
bus again. This time for about half an hour down to Kawasan Falls which is a
hugely popular tourist attraction. The waterfall is beautiful and you can see
why it gets so busy. I arrived early before the crowds but there were still
people sneaking into my photos.
You have to
pay for everything here. Even if you want to sit down for a minute you have to
rent the chair. It completely spoils the beauty of the place. I was hoping to
find a quiet spot I could put my bag in so that I could go for a swim. I
continued up the path to the waterfalls higher up.
The upper
waterfall was much quieter so I put my bag on the side and jumped in. The water
was freezing! There were people jumping off the cliffs which I thought was a
bit of a dangerous thing to be doing on Friday 13th. One girl let out a huge
death scream that made everyone look round but she was just being dramatic.
The journey
back to town took a while. It was so busy that I couldn’t even sit in the aisle
but that wasn’t the worst of it. We were held up with an accident in the road.
There was a crowd of people all trying to get a look and discussing what had
happened. It seems a bike and had gone quite hard into the front left corner of
a car coming the other way. There didn’t appear to be anyone hurt. They
wouldn’t move the car until the police arrived so we were waiting a while.
The next day
was a beach day. I caught a tuk-tuk-type thing to the coast where I heard there
was some good snorkelling to be done. They weren’t wrong.
I expected a
few little things with some fish but what I found was a full on coral reef. I
was so shocked. It started straight off the beach and after a couple of metres
it looked completely untouched. No one was trampling on it, it wasn’t bleached
and there was no rubbish stuck in between the coral. I wasn’t
expecting anything like as good as this so it was a very pleasant surprise.
It wasn’t a
very wide reef. About 50 metres from the beach it dropped away. I felt like
Nemo looking out from the ‘drop off’. I daren’t swim out in case a shark got me. I tried to free dive a bit
down the side of the reef. It was like a vertical wall. I was so impressed.
To make the
day even better I found some people to talk to! I asked a couple of westerners
to watch my bag whilst I was in the water and I got chatting to them when I got
back. I had got so used to being around people I could talk to but its more difficult here than
in mainland South East Asia. There just aren't as many people around.
I had a bit
of a walk around that evening and I was treated to a magnificent sunset on the
edge of town. I’ve been lucky in my travels to have had many awesome days but
this was the first day in the Philippines that I had fully enjoyed. It had been a long time coming.
Just as I
was leaving I noticed that the hostel does actually have some other guests
after all. These puppies. I’m not a huge animal lover but these were absolutely
adorable. I really considered nicking one.
I got the
bus back to Cebu, then a taxi to the airport and then a plane to Kalibo. I
choose to spend the night here as it would be really late if I had gone all the
way to Boracay. I still had a 2 hour bus journey plus a boat ride and then a
taxi to the hostel. I thought I’d leave that for the next day. Instead, I
bought a few beers and enjoyed Eurovision in another empty room.
The boat
over to the island of Boracay was much smaller than I thought it would be. It
only fit about ten people on. It was more like a raft!
I checked
into the hostel around midday. I was quite annoyed that the total price in my
booking didn’t include tax. So it’s not the total price at all. The woman told
me it was in the small print and she was right but it’s such a cheeky way of
tricking people into paying more than they wanted. I was already a little frustrated
by the boat ticket. You buy the ticket but then you also have to pay an
Environmental Fee and a Terminal Fee. I was in the terminal for about two
seconds!
I couldn’t
even take a picture of this sand art without some guy coming over saying I
needed to pay to take a picture! I wasn’t going to pay and I had already taken
the picture so screw you!
Anyway,
tropical beaches. That’s what I’ve come for. It’s very much like a resort and
that’s not such a bad thing. I was looking forward to getting involved and
having a good time. I went for a walk down the beach to a beautiful little
island that looks straight out of a post card.
The island
is very narrow in the middle so I walked through to the other side in just a
few minutes. The beach here was much quieter but not as nice.
I spent a
couple of days chilling on the beach and relaxing in the hostel. I had somehow
managed to choose quite an unsociable hostel again. There were at least people
here but no one seemed to want to chat.
On the third
night in Boracay I walked around to a different hostel which I had heard was
very good. It had a rooftop bar and free beer pong at 9pm. When I arrived there
was only two people in the bar. Luckily these two were pretty cool and so
started a big night out where the group swelled into a decent size and I could
have a good time.
It’s like
being out of the loop. When you can’t talk to people then there’s no one to
recommend places and so you keep staying at shit places and so can’t meet
people. It’s hard to get back in the loop but I think I did it with only a
couple of days left in the Philippines.
Every night
there would be a stunning sunset on the beach. On my final night here I took my
camera down to get some pictures. It was probably the best sunset of them all
which was lucky.
The next
morning I did the whole shuttle/boat/bus combo to the airport which was closed.
They open two hours before the first flight so I had breakfast at a place
opposite. This airport was like a shed. The line weaved in all kinds of
directions as people tried to squeeze around one of the two check in desks for
the whole airport. It really was that small.
I nearly
lost my shit when I was asked to pay Airport Tax. I had been standing in this
queue for ages whilst they faffed around. It was so unorganised. There was no
air con so I was sweating and now I have to pay a tax on top. Who in the world
still charges airport tax! I was fuming.
It was at
this point that I finally resided myself to the fact that I did not like the
Philippines. I had genuinely tried to enjoy it and make the most of it but it
hadn’t worked. I’m sure people have had a lovely time here but overall I had
not. Maybe it’s because I’ve been traveling a while now and I’m tired, maybe it’s
because I’ve seen beautiful beaches and beautiful waterfalls already or maybe it’s
just because I don’t do well being by myself all the time. I don’t have
anything against the place or its people and I wouldn’t dissuade anyone from
going. It’s just that my experience wasn’t as enjoyable as it should have been
and I was happy to be moving on.
The
Philippines is the tenth different country I’ve been to in this year so to
only have one bad one is not such bad going. Hopefully my next destination would be more fun. I was heading out of South East Asia and into Eastern Asia, bound for Hong
Kong.










