The key is timing.
I had qualms about presenting my budget for the trip and was immensely relieved at the fact that it was approved with no questions asked. The catch though was that it was approved only barely two days before the event that by that time, the airfare was already more than the price that I quoted. And so, it was decided that I leave a day early and take the bus early.
It was in the summer of 2013 when I last passed by DSB and oh, how the landscape has changed. More houses blocked that divine view where the Tañon Strait waters looked opalescent from afar.
I have no photos to show for it as my battery failed at the terminal.
Interestingly, I haven't slept lengthily during the trip. It tempted me to go down and stretch some muscles at the bus stop but without a camera to get busy with, I opted to sit the break in. San Carlos held some surprises of its own. Ticketing offices moved inside PPA and the space outside the gates served as "sikad" terminal. That meant passengers no longer had to deal with scalpers and fixers or endure the heat and cold (depending on the weather) to get tickets. And for the twenty pesos that I paid for the terminal fee, I managed to charged my phone, just enough to get a picture of the ferry that brought us across.
With no idea where the bus will take us, I just sat still and watched it cruise by the South Bus terminal, UC Main, the Pier before I realized that we were heading towards the North Bus Terminal.
Noticeable was the fact that there was no signs of PUJ along Osmeña and the volume of commuters waiting for a ride was oddly many. The answer to which I gathered from the taxi driver who was so impatient about getting back to the city, he dropped me off at Gun-ob.
While waiting for instructions on how to get to Genesis Subd., I walked around the shops outside Tamiya. It was only my first day so I was very careful about not getting tempted with footwear on sale.
Trike Driver agreed to take me to Genesis for P50. Wow! Given the many turns that we took, I will never be able to get back to it if I were to get a taxi and issue directions. Getting a local transport was a good call. Inside the rather small village though, we enlisted the help of the guard-on-duty. I went past the house, nevertheless made it home at around 9 with dinner waiting for the hungry traveler on a tight budget.
I had qualms about presenting my budget for the trip and was immensely relieved at the fact that it was approved with no questions asked. The catch though was that it was approved only barely two days before the event that by that time, the airfare was already more than the price that I quoted. And so, it was decided that I leave a day early and take the bus early.
It was in the summer of 2013 when I last passed by DSB and oh, how the landscape has changed. More houses blocked that divine view where the Tañon Strait waters looked opalescent from afar.
I have no photos to show for it as my battery failed at the terminal.
Interestingly, I haven't slept lengthily during the trip. It tempted me to go down and stretch some muscles at the bus stop but without a camera to get busy with, I opted to sit the break in. San Carlos held some surprises of its own. Ticketing offices moved inside PPA and the space outside the gates served as "sikad" terminal. That meant passengers no longer had to deal with scalpers and fixers or endure the heat and cold (depending on the weather) to get tickets. And for the twenty pesos that I paid for the terminal fee, I managed to charged my phone, just enough to get a picture of the ferry that brought us across.
With no idea where the bus will take us, I just sat still and watched it cruise by the South Bus terminal, UC Main, the Pier before I realized that we were heading towards the North Bus Terminal.
Noticeable was the fact that there was no signs of PUJ along Osmeña and the volume of commuters waiting for a ride was oddly many. The answer to which I gathered from the taxi driver who was so impatient about getting back to the city, he dropped me off at Gun-ob.
While waiting for instructions on how to get to Genesis Subd., I walked around the shops outside Tamiya. It was only my first day so I was very careful about not getting tempted with footwear on sale.
Trike Driver agreed to take me to Genesis for P50. Wow! Given the many turns that we took, I will never be able to get back to it if I were to get a taxi and issue directions. Getting a local transport was a good call. Inside the rather small village though, we enlisted the help of the guard-on-duty. I went past the house, nevertheless made it home at around 9 with dinner waiting for the hungry traveler on a tight budget.
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