
Our habal-habal motorcycle slowly climbed the steep uphill drive towards our lodging. Riding at the back with my travel buddy—and with our big-ass backpacks on—we tightly prayed that we don’t fall off and crash. After what seemed like an eternity, which really must have been less than a minute, we stopped in front of the inn and gladly jumped off the bike. We took in the scenery below, our sigh of relief coming at the same moment as our breath being taken away—a panorama of Lake Sebu opened below.




















































