Mishelley Gee

     The alarm clamorously rang before the lazy sunrise. I hurriedly showered and readied myself as Lawrence was going to pick me up in a few minutes and we would head to South Bus Terminal to catch the first ride to Lilo-an, Santander (South of Cebu). This trip we planned for so long and finally we were heading to Siquijor. The arcane place was said to inhabit witches that would cast spells on you if you ever irked them. Really? Well, that was a common notion. We had yet to see with our own eyes if this was true.      The bus ride from Cebu to Liloan took almost three hours and that was ample time for us to recharge ourselves for the rousing day ahead. It was around six thirty in the morning when we reached Liloan. A short pee break before we rode on a fastcraft to Sibulan, Dumaguete City. Dumaguete is a province of Negros Oriental. To get there it takes around 30 minutes to about an hour depending on what boat you are on. The sun shone bright w...

     The crisp and fresh wind blew across our faces on October 2nd 2012. I can still vividly recall  the eye-opening and serene nature of Camotes Island. So, with heavy and bulky backpacks on, skipping heart beats and our ever so trusty helmets, we hopped on to the motorcycle and drove up North to Danao. We stopped over this small-scale restaurant just along the street. With grumbling stomachs, we checked out the catch of the day! Unlike the blood shot eyed fishes we normally come to see in supermarkets, the ones in Danao have clear eyes and such conspicuous sea water smell that even the word fresh would be considered an understatement.  As soon as the fish was taken fresh off the grill and served on the table, we excitedly ripped open our puso (hanging rice) and tore through the fishes' hot , white flesh with our plastic covered hands. What a satisfying and almost sweet P180-peso meal. Immediately after eating, we rushed to Danao port only to find out that...