The alarm didn’t go off as expected. I have to be up by 6:30am to get ready for the 7:30am call time, as set (and firmly he did) by our team leader. In case, you are wondering who, it is the travel teller that’s gonna lead our pack today. Like drugged sacrificial lambs, all participants for the Davao Bloggers’ Tour individually arrived at the already packed Matina Branch of McDonalds. People, grouped in shirts of the same colors (sky blue was the most dominant), was loudly preparing for cheers I could not remember being instructed. Turned out they were ADDU college students, and my group, instructed to wear a red shirt for the activity, seamlessly fitted in while the others (we are four different groups) were looking like high school misfits with their mix and match shirts. Oooh they would have rolled their eyes had I brought my sticks for our mini flags (chattee got her boards ready for it). Too bad, it would have been an overkill– and I meant that as a compliment. Anything fun and outrageous is forgivable this day.
Perked up (be it caffeine driven or not–doesn’t matter), we sped off to our first stop, the Japanese Tunnel. It’s along diversion road. I initially thought Japanese tunnel was located in Samal. Good thing nobody asked me. I would have confidently led them to a different place… Continue reading