Kinabalangan’s local hangout place. This is where we soak our weary feet after a hard day’s work around disaster areas in Kinablangan. Mainit Hot Spring actually needs to a lot of help and work to restore it in it’s former grandeur. But for now, we are happy to just soak our pains away. Continue reading
Apo View Hotel, one of Philippines’ oldest hotel (top 3)
is celebrating kadayawan till August 19, 2012.
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
It was musky but not as stinky as you would enter a chicken house. The goats have a relatively cleaner, less stinky, well defined, round pellet poop (that doesn’t splat itself upon hitting the ground– gross). And the goat house stands on high stilts that stands more than 10 feet above the ground. Continue reading
Apparently, everyone has heard of Zabadini except for me. It was my first time in the persian restaurant and I instantly fell in love with the ambiance. I love that we can sit on the carpet, play with the pillows and even eat on a low table as if we are cozily hanging out at home. The restaurant manager told us that Zabadini means “Core of Goodness”…oh goody goody good.
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