PAL flight from Manila to Dumaguete
I was spellbound.
Like a helpless victim with dazed eyes hypnotized by witchcraft and sorcery I found myself in the waiting area of the pier at the end of the Boulevard, waiting to board the vessel for which I shall spend the loooongest 45 minutes of my life. It was the choppiest ferry boat I have ever experienced. First fifteen minutes, I was having an internal battle with myself, and I was actually calculating if turning back is still an option.
After that, everything went by really smoothly. Like it was in a dream. And what welcomed me was this.
If it isn't spellbinding, I don't know what is.
The first thing I see in Siquijor and I've fallen in love with it already.
Siquijor Island Tour on my next post.