It was all like the Big Bang Theory. No plans. No notes. No whatsoever. It was like exclaiming “Yeah, I wanna be in Siquijor when I turn thirty…” with the biggest grin you could ever imagine. This is probably the most random travel I have ever done.
So, one Saturday morning with a bag filled with papers and other office stuff from a seminar, I embarked on an “unknown” journey to the Island of Fire. Too good that one of the staff of Siquijor STC was kind enough to let me leave my things on her unit. She even let us (with my officemate) borrow her motorcycle for an around-the-island one-of-a-kind adventure. I never had a trip ala Motorcycle Diaries. Her name is Macbeth (Thank you, Macbeth.).
From Dumaguete, it took us approximately 20 minutes to get to the island. We were greeted by a lot of people, who turned out to be owners and/or drivers of motorbikes for rent. The island can be navigated in a day, so you can rent a motorbike for a day (rental fee is 700pesos). And I intended to stay in the island, instead of going back to Dumaguete, where the night is silent like you are in a barrio.
I do not have expectations for Siquijor but it gave me some of the “most” memorable moments of my life. From the view of white sand to the serenity of a silent night, from the enjoyable free fish spa to more enjoyable session of drinking energy drink on the roadside and talking to the locals, from the lonely sight of faceless bars to meeting a new friend, everything was a speck of magic. Driving around the island acquainted me with the sights and things that the island could offer.
Thanks to Saul for being the reliable driver!