The Traveling Kit

Written on May 10, 2011 If you favor endless shorelines, Guimaras isn’t the island you should pay a visit to. But if you want to feel how holy it was when Jesus walked at sea one stormy night, then an experience with its blue-green waters is probably the closest you can get. This spur-of-the-moment getaway started with an overnight bus ride from Cebu to Bacolod via Tabuelan. We left at 7:30 p.m. on Holy Wednesday, so we expected passengers to flock and willing to stampede (to say it exaggeratedly) at the bus terminal, longing to get home for religious traditions. Blessed by fate, we were able to push ourselves and get a little space along the aisle. To sum it up, that night was spent nudging other people’s butts and boobs on a standing position less the titillation of foreplay. Edmund and Dan at the port In Bacolod, Edmund met us to get a couple of sticker-decorated guitars Dan brought for Binhi. They had hot coffee at a store while I contented my starving stomach with c