By 3pm of this year's Black Saturday, I have already circumnavigated the island of Negros. For four days and 3 nights, eight individuals with common passion in travelling completed a grueling 800 km drive from Bacolod-Hinigaran-Sipalay-Hinobaan-Zamboanguita-Dumaguete-San Carlos-Don Salvador Benedicto-
Bacolod.
Only 15 minutes from the jump-off point, I already lost my resolve to minimize rice at the sight of these oysters. Losing weight went downhill from there with steaming fish stew eaten al fresco facing the vast coast of endless white sand and pristine waters at our Sipalay stop.
Settled at our home for three days and two nights in a two-storey villa about 200-m away from the South Eden Beach resort (that was already fully booked for the holidays) which surprised us all. Though, we only rented one huge room, we had the whole place to ourselves. It has two rooms, each with humongous toilet and bath upstairs, a sitting room with telescope and a veranda facing the sea. On the ground floor was , a huge living room spanning the length of the Master's bedroom and pantry, a powder room under the stairs, a dining room adjacent to a bar (where we would later brew liters of coffee to tide us through late night conventions.
Third day, we started on the road again, taking stops we deemed necessary like this pebble-bottomed beach on the Oriental end of Hinobaan.

Father Tropa, for me is the epitome of Paradox. He was an ancient man trapped in a Modern man's body. His body was buried in the midst of what was left of his life's work: a struggling mini zoo located in Zamboanguita.
Infused a bit of work-related activity on the trip. Here's us checking out great finds from Booksale.
The trip was not picture perfect. At Ayungon, we had to take a detour at a nearby coconut plantation. This bridge testifies that all is not well yet in this area. Some people still stayed in tents (including in-patients of one hospital we passed by).
Only 15 minutes from the jump-off point, I already lost my resolve to minimize rice at the sight of these oysters. Losing weight went downhill from there with steaming fish stew eaten al fresco facing the vast coast of endless white sand and pristine waters at our Sipalay stop.
Settled at our home for three days and two nights in a two-storey villa about 200-m away from the South Eden Beach resort (that was already fully booked for the holidays) which surprised us all. Though, we only rented one huge room, we had the whole place to ourselves. It has two rooms, each with humongous toilet and bath upstairs, a sitting room with telescope and a veranda facing the sea. On the ground floor was , a huge living room spanning the length of the Master's bedroom and pantry, a powder room under the stairs, a dining room adjacent to a bar (where we would later brew liters of coffee to tide us through late night conventions.
Most of our second day was spent on the beach, We rented a motorized a banca to get to Obong cave which was about 15 minutes away from the resort. The place was so enchanting we have completely forgotten about lunch, the searing heat of the sun ignored :)
Third day, we started on the road again, taking stops we deemed necessary like this pebble-bottomed beach on the Oriental end of Hinobaan.

Father Tropa, for me is the epitome of Paradox. He was an ancient man trapped in a Modern man's body. His body was buried in the midst of what was left of his life's work: a struggling mini zoo located in Zamboanguita.
Infused a bit of work-related activity on the trip. Here's us checking out great finds from Booksale.
The trip was not picture perfect. At Ayungon, we had to take a detour at a nearby coconut plantation. This bridge testifies that all is not well yet in this area. Some people still stayed in tents (including in-patients of one hospital we passed by).