I have left behind my darling Palawan in search of new adventures. Just a hop, skip and a jump across the Sulu Sea….wait that’s a lie. It was a taxi, a plane, a bus, a ferry and a tricycle to get to the tiny island of Bohol, home of the Chocolate Hills and the tarsiers. Some seriously beautiful views from the plane though!!
Although only a very fleeting visit it was so worth it. We stayed in a great little traveller hotel in town (Nisa Traveller Hotel) and the staff there were super helpful and organised our trip for us the next day. Thank god for aircon because the next day happened to be the equinox so it was pushing 40 degrees out! Absolutely melting!! We set off around 10am after spending the morning exploring the local supermarkets – one of my favourite holiday activities! 🤷🏽♀️
First stop of the day was the Philippine Tarsier Sanctuary. Only a very tiny part of the sanctuary is open to the public and each morning, the dedicated rangers go in search of the tarsiers which have returned from their night of hunting insects. We were lucky enough to see 6 of the tarsiers, sometimes known as “finger monkeys” due to the illegal pet trade selling them and people’s love of tiny animals. When they are born, tarsiers are about the size of your thumb and fully grown they are about the size of an adult fist. They live for about 20-25 years on average. Each of their eyeballs is bigger than their brain but they can’t move their eyes so instead they have the ability to move their heads almost 360 degrees! They are extremely territorial animals and will fight to defend their territory but they are also extremely emotional animals. Skip to the next paragraph if you’re an animal lover as this is where it gets sad. Tarsiers, when kept in captivity or as pets, have a tendency to suffer from severe depression and are known to frequently commit suicide – by way of bashing their heads against a tree until they die. Honestly one of the most heartbreaking facts I think I’ve ever learned about any animal! But on a happier note, they are amazingly well looked after here, compared to some of the other places where they are “kept” in the Philippines.
After leaving the tarsiers, we wound our way through the “Man Made Forest” of Loboc, named as such because it was planted to help reverse the effects of deforestation and help stabilise the land. The area was planted with mahogany trees and are government protected. We stopped for lunch at the unfathomably tourist-riddled Loboc River Floating Restaurant where for an hour or so we cruised up and down the river with a buffet lunch and various “entertainment” along the way, including the traditional Filipino stick dancing known as “tinikling” – whereby bamboo poles are slid along the ground basically looking like they are trying to break the dancers ankles as they try to avoid them! 😂
Grateful to leave this horrendous tourist trap, we set off again towards the Chocolate Hills. There are many legends as to how the Chocolate Hills came about….one of which being a giant who fell in love with a mortal and kept her in the palm of his hand. When she died he cried so much and his tears formed the hills we now see today. Another giant related legend is that of 2 giants who fought and threw rocks at each other until they forgot why they were fighting, became friends and left all their mess behind. The reality is in fact believed to be ancient coral deposits from when the land was once under the sea….or something like that…..🤔
Loads have people have said they are massively over rated and just a bit boring – but I really loved it here. There was something peaceful about sitting and looking out over such a unique landscape, contemplating the many myths and legends about how or why they came to be. Sadly, the 40degree heat and quite adament tour guide meant we had to leave again fairly swiftly.
The rest of the day was spent winding our way back to the city via the oldest church in the Philippines of its type – the Baclayon Church – the oldest coral stone church in the region dating back to 1727. Very dilapidated and in the process of a full restoration but beautiful nonetheless.
The following morning we got the ferry back to Cebu and a free shuttle bus to the shopping mall because it was free….why else! 😂 We were dropped at the “traveller centre” of the mall where they have a luggage store, showered, free wifi and charging points. Genius!! After a bit of a wander round we headed for the entirely questionable “bus station” and were shoved on a bus that we could only hope was travelling where we wanted to go – Moalboal. After another 3 hours of spine-shattering, burning plastic scented torturous bus travel and another tricycle, we arrived at our hostel, Chief Mau. The location was a little random but the hostel was lovely and had a really great vibe. We came here to chill out for a few days and that was mostly what we did. The beaches weren’t great but then we have been really spoilt elsewhere in the Philippines. Against our better judgement we signed up for the canyoneering knowing full well it could go disastrously wrong considering how clumsy Tiia & I are! 🤦🏽♀️ The good news is we survived 5, 7, 8, 10, 12 and (a questionable) 15metre waterfall jumps, being pushed off backwards and headfirst on one occasion! We ended up at the truly beautiful and unbelievably blue Kawasan Falls. Another proper bucket list tick here because we were able to swim into and behind the waterfall! Hard work against the current but totally worth it.
My final morning in Moalboal we headed down to the pier to swim with the sardines – the main thing Moalboal is known for. They swim in massive shoals just off the pier and it really is quite something to swim through them. No pictures as obviously phone isn’t waterproof but will upload some underwater snaps in due course (probably never!)
So this concludes my marginally educational blog post for the time being. Standby for the next instalment of “4 days in Boracay!” and googling “how to unpickle ones liver.” 🤦🏽♀️