For a little more than two weeks, I visited three regions, seven islands, six provinces, nine cities and uncountable number of towns. I saw unending horizon of swamplands, bustling cities, sleepy towns, thundering waterfalls, deserted beaches, crumbling forts, old and modern churches, white sand shores, waves that can kill, underwater paradise and ultra-massive rock formations you’d never believe was possible.
I rode planes, buses, jeeps, tricyles, ferries and boats, but mostly I walked. I traveled alone, I traveled with friends. I met new people along the way and not a few left an impression on me.
It was a tiring journey, full of mistakes and errors, which on hindsight I would gladly commit again. It made the trip more expensive but it also made it a lot more memorable than usual.
Here’s a rundown of the Postcards I’ve sent along the way.
DAY 01: Lechon de Cebu
DAY 02: Ozamiz-Iligan-Ozamiz
DAY 03: Sun Finally at Lanao del Norte
DAY 04: Waterfalling 101 at Iligan
DAY 05: The Colors of Diyandi Festival
DAY 06: Trek Jump Swim
DAY 08: Farewell Iligan City
DAY 09: Breakdown
DAY 10: Back on Track
DAY 11: Sunset Supposedly
DAY 12: Biri Rocks!
DAY 13: Dawn to Dusk at Biri Island
DAY 14: Almost Home