Jiffy Voyage

'Twas a lazy Sunday morning.. We've decided to wake up late. Enjoying the comfort our beds. To soothe our tired muscles from yesterday's island hopping activity. I turned to my side and noticed my daughters comfortably snugged in (and my hubby snoring). All at once, I thought.. a mother's got to do her job. I managed to stretch, pulled myself up and went downstairs. Mama Angga is already awake. As always. Then I remembered, its Mother's Day today. We greeted each other. She head on the kitchen to continue cooking. I texted my mother in Calape and greeted her too. Then, decided to wash our wet suits and rashguards. After our late breakfast, we delight ourselves in the living room to examine the photos we got yesterday. We got a lot of nice pictures and laughed at some too. I remembered my sister complaining about her very short underwater video. Like 1 second short. :) Its not everyday we converse and dine together (because we live in Cebu). She then suggested, ...

We woke up early at 5:30 and had to get ready at once because its a 4-hour ride to Candijay. We've already prepared our bag and clothes last night so we only need to prepare our baon and utensils. We'll only bring paper plates, plastic cups and spoons as agreed, because its gonna be a long walk down the falls or  swimming area.  The road trip started as 7am. We passed these towns from Calape in this order: Tubigon, Clarin, Sagbayan, Carmen, Sierra Bullones, Pilar, Alicia then to Candijay. Asking for directions whenever there's an intersection. Turning at the corner of Brgy. Lungsod Daan, we trailed the  8 km. long. (approx.)  rough road. Arriving at almost 11 am. Yup..w e traveled that long. Kuya's car is a Dmax and there were 11 of us, so we all had to fit ourselves, (kids in our lap) in the 2nd row, because nobody wants to be out in the back where its so hot and dusty. :) So you can just imagine how eager we are to get there. The view of Can-Umantad Falls f...

I haven't traveled alone in such a long time. I was always with my kids and our bags. Felt so different not having to think where our things went or how others were doing. I only need to worry about myself. I was drifted during my college days. How frail and ignorant I was, trying to make "siksik" with the rest of the passengers. There was one time when I rode the wrong bus, bound for Balilihan instead to our home Calape. I got so scared seeing those unfamiliar places and view. Yet, I was also so shy to ask the bus conductor. In the end I walked a considerable length to the intersection road and waited for another bus. Took me hours to get home. I never told my family about it. "Asa ni?" (Where are you headed?), asked the bus conductor, snapping me out of my reverie. "Tubigon", I quickly answered. He gave me a ticket and I gave him 15 pesos. It only took 20 minutes for the Ceres bus to arrive in Tubigon. Minutes later another bus stopped in Tubigo...