As much fun as traveling is, the worst part about is the actual travel. In our almost 5 months of travel we have days which are chalked up to simply "travel days." Modes of transportation include, but are not limited to ferries, tricycles, busses, taxis, busses, shuttles, and airplanes. They usually take up the entire day, or by the time we reach our hotel we are too exhausted to do any activities. On this particular day, Nadine had conducted the research of how to get across the islands, a plan which was carried out flawlessly.
So from D’s place we walked onto the mean streets of Siquijor and tried to get a ride to the Larena Port. After countless of ridiculous offers, we projected our freshly styled hitchhiking thumbs and it worked! A Filipino-European mixed race family gave us a ride to Siquijor City, half way to our destination. The car had two adult men, a teenage girl with perfect English, and two kids, one of whom was climbing on the mom's back while she was driving. The teenage girl said her dad was Swiss while the monkey child had a Norwegian father. I guess the mom got around.
From Siquijor we took a multi-cab tricycle for 20 pesos per person to the Larena port.
At the port we purchased two one way student tickets from Montenegro shipping company back to Dumaguete (173 pesos per person). On the boat we sat inside the air conditioned room playing Monopoly Deal. Ben won. You can see from the picture on the right.
From the Dumaguete port, we managed to get to the Sibulan Port by way of an expensive tricycle, but we had a long day of travel and costs came secondary. We agree on one dollar. had to get to Sibulan Port. At Sibulan terminal we bought two student tickets to Liloan 75P. It was now about 12:51 and the ticket lady told us the boat would leave at 13:30, but what she meant was the boat would arrive in Liloan at 13:30.
We boarded a Filipino death trap. The ride felt like multiple rollercoaster rides. It reminded Nadine of her birthdays spent at Six Flags Magic Mountain. To this day Nadine is still grateful and impressed at how Salo would ride the rollercoasters with her when she was 13. This made us think about our future child, and it was decided Nadine would be the one to take him/her to Six Flags. Ben prefers to be on land. 30 minutes later we arrived at Liloan port where to no surprise we were swarmed by a gaggle of Filipinos with their overpriced tricycle. Without knowing our destination, they were at least 20 people yelling their prices of 300-3,000P. It was pretty silly.
Nadine directed us to the right, to the left, up a hill, upside down, sideways, down the street, and to the local bus stop. There we caught the local bus towards Cebu City, northeast. The price of the ticket is 30P and it is about a 20 minute trip to Oslob from the Liloan Port.
We were delivered right next to the hotel, D Downhill'Place, another place staying with another madam D. We had an A/C room with a shared bathroom between just one other couple. The kitchen downstairs had plates, utensils, and an electric kettle, for a change. We ventured down the street to scope out the scene of the shark diving area where we would leave from the next morning. .
Here are some funny posters we found at the ports.
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