My two closest friends got married last week. After having so much fun on that weekend, I felt a little low during the next few days – I really need to get this checked. While I was feeling low, I decided to book a couple of trips for the next couple of weekends with the meager money that I had left. I wanted to go somewhere near where I have not been to before. I was only thinking about Islas de Gigantes in Iloilo first so I contacted someone there (to be featured in my next post), but it was the Raymen resort in Guimaras who responded back to me first by just a mere few minutes, so I booked Guimaras for the November 1 weekend and Islas de Gigantes for the November 8 weekend.
It never occurred to me that November 1 was a holiday and that there would be throngs of people going home. Luckily, they were going the other way. The bus from my hometown Sagay to Bacolod only had five passengers. The boat from Bacolod to Iloilo was half empty (or half full, whichever way you want to see it). The funniest thing was my boat ride from Iloilo to Guimaras was free. I queued up for the ticket booth and when I got near it, there was a man handing out tickets saying to those who got them to just pay in the pumpboat (outrigger in English or more commonly known as motorized bangka in Tagalog). I still attempted to pay at the ticket booth but the man told me again to just go directly to the pumpboat. When I got to the boat, the crew just asked for the ticket and not my payment. I was waiting until the boat docked at the Jordan Wharf but no one came to me to ask for the payment. It was a free ride for me. I know the payment was just P14, but if what happened to me happened to everyone else who got that ticket from the man outside the ticket booth, then somebody must be losing something. I really wish it was just free, and I’m starting to feel guilty now.
When I got to Guimaras, a tricycle driver immediately approached me to offer a land tour, but I told him that I already contacted someone, to which he asked if it was Gerald. It was indeed Nong Gerald, who seemed to be the most popular guide in the province. Everyone knew him there, from the people at the wharf to the people at gas stations to the resort staff at Raymen. His usual rate is P1200, but he gave me a discount without me negotiating (the same discounted rate other bloggers quoted). He knew how to operate my camera and my phone! He even wanted to invite me to his house to eat suman (since it was All Saints Day and every single Filipino household had suman on their table that day), but I had to pass since their house was not near Raymen. I got his number, by the way, from the Travel in Boots blog. His number is 09084748122.
Note: Cebuanos and Tagalogs might think Nong Gerald is old. He is not old. He’s probably just in his 30s. “Manong” or “Nong” is just the Ilonggo translation of Kuya.
Our first stop was the “Smallest Plaza.” Nong Gerald said that it used to be the Guinness World Record holder for that title, but another plaza in another country just took that title recently. It is still the smallest plaza, he said, in the Philippines. I couldn’t find any direct link to Guinness on the first two pages when I Googled this, but let’s leave it at that.
Nong Gerald then took me to a spot on the road where one could see an overview of Iloilo City. Yes, I remember Siquijor also has this kind of spot (not an overview of Iloilo of course).
We then went to the Guimaras Museum. Unfortunately, it was closed for renovation, so I had to make do with having my pictures taken outside. It was the site where the Manggahan Festival is held from April to May every year.
We had lunch at The Pit Stop. Nong Gerald wanted to take me to a restaurant that served bulalo with mangoes but it was closed. At The Pit Stop, he suggested I try the Chicken Adobo with a twist. The twist was the mangoes in it. It was a sweeter version of the chicken adobo.
Our next stop was the Trappist Monastery. I first assumed it was spelled Trapeze and those circus performers came to mind. I was thinking what on earth were they doing in a monastery (Har! Har!).
We arrived there while the monks were praying so I felt a little embarrassed while my camera kept on clicking. I also felt the urge to whisper while talking to Nong Gerald. It was at this point that Nong Gerald asked me to set my camera to black and white which I didn’t know how to do, so he set it for me. Embarrassing! I ended up not using those monochromatic pictures not because of embarrassment but because of this blog’s limitations.
Nong Gerald took me to the gift shop which was just a few meters from the monastery. They had a variety of items to choose from. I bought the Mango Bars (delicious!) and a box of Mango Otap. I also bought a few key chains, which are a standard pasalubong for friends. My brother took them all when I got home so to my friends, I’m sorry, no pasalubongs from me yet again.
We then stopped on another spot on the highway where Nong Gerald showed me the vast plantation of mangoes. Unlike the mango farm in southern Negros Occidental which is mostly owned by the Cojuangcos, the mango plantation in Guimaras (at least on that part) is owned by the government.
Our last stop for the land tour was the Guisi Lighthouse. There were three lighthouses, the two were old, rusted and non-functional, while the third looked very modern and, well, functional.
Nong Gerald said that the structure was built during the Spanish period. He compared it to The Ruins in Negros. To me, this was much better.
The biggest, but old lighthouse had a warning not to climb it. But I knew after reading from some blogs that it was not strictly implemented and one could still go up, so I did just that.
My first reaction when I reached the top was “Kahawa gali!” – nakakalula in Tagalog or dizzying in English. One of my greatest fears is heights. I wouldn’t ever stand on the edge of a cliff. I thought the top of the lighthouse had guardrails but there was none, so I had to hold on to what was left of whatever it was at the center of the platform. My hands were all sweaty (they’re still sweaty now just remembering that experience) but I had to look cool. It was me who insisted to go up anyway.
A little after 2pm, we headed to Raymen where I was staying for the night. I knew that one could do the land tour and the island hopping tour within a day, but I just wanted to be alone on a weekend night to get my mojo back so I booked an overnight stay at Raymen. Their beach had fine powdery sand and it was clean so it was nice to dip in the afternoon. When I checked in, I also arranged my island hopping tour which would start at 8am the next day. (To be continued on my next post…)