You’d think that for a couple who loves to travel, we’d have a planned trip for the Holy Week. We didn’t. We intended to stay at home for the long weekend. But come Thursday night, I found myself packing my bag for a trip with no destination in mind because of Beep.
I was strongly against going on a trip without reservations, especially on a Holy Week! But Beep successfully talked me into it, promising that each of us in our group of 4 will only spend a small amount for a 3-day trip to who knows where.
When our group reached a stopover at NLEX, we were choosing between Baler or Bataan (and maybe Zambales). We decided to head to Bagac, Bataan after doing a quick Google search for beaches where we can camp without riding a boat. Compared to Baler or Zambales, Bataan isn’t as popular of a beach destination so we bet all our chips that there wouldn’t be as much tourists in Bataan as the other two.
“Are you from Bicol?”, was what I remember someone asking me back in high school when I told him that my favorite food is laing, a Bicolano dish cooked with dried taro (gabi) leaves, coconut milk (gata), and chili peppers for a kick. Anyone who knows me personally knows that I hate eating vegetables, but this vegetable dish won over other more popular and meat-based Filipino and international dishes.
I am not from Bicol. I was born in Iloilo and grew up in Manila and only tasted laing when someone in our house cooked it – not even authentic Bicol laing. The truth is, I haven’t even been to Bicol yet, not until last week when I spent 6 days in the region with Beep and our friends.
More than the destinations, I was excited to finally eat laing in the place where it came from. “My Mom’s laing is better than this
“, my friend Steff, who grew up in Bicol, assured me as we ate the dish in one of the most famous carienderias
in Legazpi on our first few hours in the region – and what we were eating was already one of the best laing I’ve had.
“Take your broken heart, make it into art.”, this quote recently sparked a lot of conversations on social media. Meryl Streep, the recipient of Cecil B. DeMille Award in the most recent Golden Globes, mentioned this in her acceptance speech in honor of her late friend Carrie Fisher. I believe that art truly comes from some intense emotion may that be pain, joy, and even anger. When you feel like you’re stuck and can’t seem to find inspiration in anything, maybe what you need is a little change of location.
The Philippines is a traveller-friendly place for both locals and international guests. Pristine beaches are within reach in a two-hour drive and exotic places are few steps away from you – the perfect escape for the heartbroken.
One Saturday night, Beep and I found ourselves on a ferry ride to Dumaguete from Cebu. Trust me, reflections on the water at 10:00pm are not ingredients for a good sleep. But I was far from drowsy. I was as awake as my cup of instant coffee can get me. Beep had to choose that particularly time to take a short nap, so it’s just me and the monster-ish little waves, wondering for the nth time why I am not in a plane heading somewhere else instead. But the hobo scored free George and Peter Lines tickets, and who can ever say no to him when he’s being his usual supercalifragilisticexpialidocious self?
A little after 2 am we docked at Dumaguete wharf. I was famished and sleepy (caffeine effects now starting to wear off) so we headed to the nearest inn and flaked out, but not before I extracted a promise from Beep to feed me with the best meals come morning.
And that he did. With barely enough money for a week’s respite, the Hobo succeeded in finding me affordable meals that cost less than P200. I swear, he is getting good at this. In the remotest chance that your boyfriend is as frugal as mine, I’d like to share these cheapsake places that do not sacrifice their quality for affordability: