Solo Backpacking Panay | Antique – MALALISON Island

This is yet another solo travel/ adventure that I wasn’t so sure of pushing through. I laid in bed thinking about what to do– that is four hours before the flight.

Also, this is the first part of my March YOLO trip.

Finally convincing myself to just do it (the convincing part is the hardest of all. I kept telling myself that I should treat it as a reward for stuDYING hard for the candidacy exam I took earlier that day), I booked an Uber ride to the airport at 12 midnight.

As always, I did not check-in online; I had no itinerary, just places I want to go stored in my mind, and I hardly even made a hotel reservation. But I still set off to Iloilo.

I booked the 4:20 A.M flight – a flight booked dating nine months ago (thank you, seatsales), so I reached Iloilo at almost 5:30 in the morning.

ARRIVING IN ILOILO

Without any contact in the city, I had no choice but to hail an airport taxi that cost me Php 350– more than the fare I paid for my Quezon City to Airport Uber ride.

People holding “metered airport taxi” will approach you but it’s a lie. They will charge you a fixed rate and (as I saw) the Ate who drastically dragged me to the taxi stand seemed to have an unwritten agreement with the driver (she asked something from the driver before we drove off).

Tip: I learned that a better choice is to ride the shuttle van bound for SM City Iloilo because it only costs Php 70- 100 (depending on the time you reach the airport). At SM, ride a taxi to any port, bus station, hotel, or anywhere you need to go. It will cost you less of a taxi fare. However, if you’re in a group of 3-5, better to take a taxi in the airport and just split the expenses.

First stop: MALALISON/ MARARISON ISLAND

I have read blog posts telling that the island is the Batanes of the Visayas. Even haven’t gone to Batanes yet, I can say that they are right all along.

You need to prepare for a hike but this view is magnificent up there.

So how to get there?

From Iloilo airport, go to Molo Bus Terminal. Look for the vans/buses bound for Culasi, Antique.  I chose the Van ride because I was too tired and I could use some sleep that time. It is 5-hr butt-numbing ride, actually. Fare: Php 200.

Tell the driver that you want to go to Malalison Island. On my part, the driver even dropped me off to the tourism office in the port. You have to register. Entrance and environmental fee is Php 30, both for day tour and overnight stay.

After registration, the tourism officers will give a short briefing about the ride and the island. Apparently, there is a fixed price of Php 750 per boat, regardless of its size. Mine, however, could fit 20 people but because it was a Tuesday and there were no other guests around, I had to pay for the whole boat.

Inside. Ew my face.

Here’s the thing, it depends on you if you want to stay there overnight but I suggest don’t. The power supply in the island is available only at 6:00 PM until 10.

The boatmen will wait for you because they will also be bringing you back to the port. My original plan was to sleep in the island but I changed my mind. So instead of them picking me up at eight in the morning, I’ve asked them to wait for me until the afternoon. They only had 3 hours to wait, though.

That boat can fit 15-25 people. I was the only passenger going to the island.

CAUTION!!! Make sure you have an exact Php 750. It was the only time I never wanted to give a tip, but I was still ripped off. The boatmen were so mean. It’s okay that they cannot fluently speak Tagalog but I was their only passenger. They were not talking to me. I was asking about what I should do once we get to the island but they were never helpful. They even smoked cigarettes in front of me! The captain/driver of the boat was smoking for the whole 20-minute ride to the island while I am sitting on the bench provided for passengers just right his back.

So I have this photo on my GoPro. These are the kuyas. 😦

I only had 1000 bills so I had no choice but to give it to them after they brought me back to Culasi. I was waiting for my change back, I’ve told the other boatmen almost five times about it, only to be taken for granted. They set off as if they did not hear anything nor see me standing waiting for my change. What a drag!

White sand beach. This is where they “park” their boats.

Because the boatmen did not tell me anything on what to do in the island, I roamed around alone. After 15 minutes of having the most boring time of my life, I actually thought of just going back to the mainland, but then I felt the urge to ask the locals on what to do.

The community was devastated during Typhoon Haiyan. Some are still rebuilding.
There are goats near a resort, proving that the island is a residential community afer all.

They were so helpful. They brought me to where the cottages are and there were guides waiting in there. Look for the people wearing green shirts!

Whoever first in the list will be your guide.

Buwis-buhay shot

My memory is again failing me. I can no longer remember my guide’s name but she is an 18-year old, 2nd year college accounting student. She did not go to school for two days straight. The reason? She apparently had no money. She chose to patiently wait for “tourists” she can tour around the island to at least compensate for her meals in downtown Culasi, where she goes to school and rents a bedspace.

Kids going to school in the mountain.
The lady in green was my guide. Children have to walk 10-15 minutes uphill to their school.
The school’s gate. Looking at it, it’s as if not functional. Just to say that it is gated but no. Anyone can walk in either side.

The fixed rate for guides in the island is Php 150 but please if by any chance your guide is a student or the young ones for the matter, at least be thoughtful enough to add even a little amount for their fee. Most of the guides in the island are students without choice but to wait for the abundance of tourists so that they have something to spend for food and other necessities. In that Php 150, they still need to give Php 20 to their barangay council.

So here are some photos of Malalison. Be ready for hiking but all the dread will be washed off once you reach the mountains, I tell you. The view is just magnificent.

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I left the island at four in the afternoon. I did not wait for the sunset though my friends told me to. Because I was alone in the boat going back, the schoolchildren and other locals requested to come with me. Who am I to say no? That was all I ever wanted.

After Malalison, I went to Tibiao, Antique where the Kawa Hot Baths are. Watch out for my next post for DiY itinerary, expenses, and that one for the books adventure/s.

Dear family, don’t worry if I travel too often

I know you’ve had enough of me suddenly sending you messages saying, “I’m in Palawan; I’m flying to Cebu; Ma, I’m at the airport going to Davao; Yow, family I’m going to…” and I’m so sorry for visibly surprising you everytime; but please do not worry if I travel too often.

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Bantayan Islands, Cebu

You never have to worry about my safety net, I’m too talkative and cautious that even strangers might find me funny if not daunting. You know I befriend people easily and although I suck at following Waze and Google map, I excel a lot in asking people where to head next.

Please do not worry about my [future] career; I’ve been long working hard, though by all reasonable accounts, others [still annoyingly] think that Mass Communications graduates don’t get paid a lot; but family, please believe me that I am not making ends meet yet. I know better than to save for my (our) future.

That being said, please do not worry about me spending too much when I travel. I don’t, okay, lol, I do but I only spend what I saved. Do not worry about my bank accounts, they are not suffering yet.

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Boracay

Do not worry about my money. You know that I am an avid fan of promo fares and I book my trips beforehand. I save for my trips, albeit sometimes impulsively, but please know that the Ilocano blood runs deep through my veins. I spend too little on luxuries.

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Mt. Binacayan, Montalban, Rizal

Please don’t get mad at me when I say I’m travelling again, which by now comes no surprise for you, because I have readied the money I’ll be spending long beforehand. Please do not think that I travel because I begrudge the people my age who also enjoy such freedom. Family, I certainly don’t. Travelling and solidarity have been my escape since high school, remember? You know better that there are more times I’ve attended contests, summer camps, and conferences than I have been in my grandmother’s house in damyanan put together.

Please do not lecture me to save. I saved and am saving, perhaps more than the people my age. Please know that when I say “I’m broke”, it’s because I do not want to spend any more of my savings. Also, when I say I don’t have money, it only means that I have to pay for my graduate studies tuition fee and other personal adulthood expenses.

Dear Mama and Papa, please do not worry about me travelling a lot. I may not regularly send money just like a normal Filipino eldest child does but please know that I am saving more for our future. I am still able to buy my brothers expensive basketball shoes, you know.

Dear family, do not worry about me spending every penny I have; do not worry about me travelling alone; do not worry about my safety; please do not worry about my future. Just please trust me. I am a big girl now and I can take good care of myself, although adulthood plus graduate school drain me a lot lately.

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Samal Island, Davao

Dear family, I have two insurance policies. Do not worry if I travel a lot too often. I couldn’t express enough that I know how to look after our future.

Also, I booked a flight for all of us this year. *hihi*

Please do not worry about me.

Photodiary | Mt. Binacayan

This is just really a photodiary because my friend/officemate planned everything in this hike.

All I know is:

  • Major jumpoff is in Brgy. Wawa, Rodriguez, Rizal.
  • To get there: From Diliman, we rode an FX (can also be jeepney) to Litex Market in Commonwealth Avenue/ IBP Road Intersection, Q.C.
  • Ride a jeepney bound for Montalban, Rizal
  • Alight at Eastwood, Montalban; wait for jeep or hail a tricycle to Wawa Dam
  • Register at the barangay hall
  • Pay the entrance and environmental fee and the officials on duty will assign a guide; then you’re ready to get tired and rant along the way, JK.

We arrived at the barangay hall at 5:00 in the morning when everything is still dark. We were the second group in there. We had most of the “picture-stop” by ourselves and we couldn’t be much happier.

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Chasing the sun rise, it is.

We went there for the sea of clouds. It didn’t fail us.

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I was with my coooool former officemates/ friends.

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