In the Philippines it’s still very possible to find unspoiled islands everywhere, the problem is just how to get there. I was lucky to go and visit the family of my old friend and bandmate Jerome in Tubigon, Bohol. Tubigon is only an hour bus ride away from Tagbilaran, the main city on Bohol.
I had spent a night at Panglao Island and was more than happy to get away from there. It’s beautiful, but very crowded and not my deal at all. I had rented a motorbike at the pier in Tagbilaran, which to my surprise was 500Php a day. Later in Siquijor, I was able to get it for less than half that price. In Thailand it would have been about half as well. In general, The Philippines seems to be a bit more expensive when it comes to renting motorbikes.
Arrived at Tubigon
The bus ride from Tagbilaran to Tubigon took a bit more than an hour and set me back 50-60 pesos. Worth mentioning is that if you are coming from Cebu, the ferry from Cebu to Tubigon is much cheaper (200php) than the ferry from Cebu to Tagbilaran(800php).
Met Jerome’s cousin Zalde at the very Filipino McDonalds in central Tubigon. Some introduction and off we went to Zalde’s and his family’s house a bit outside the city.
The Islands outside of Tubigon, Bohol
When we arrived at Zalde’s family’s home his mother had already prepared us all the food. Zalde had gotten the alcohol and arranged a boat for us to go out to some quiet islands to eat and drink. We carried the stuff to the boat and off we went.
The first island we stopped at was actually a private island owned by some local politicians. It was a place where honoured guests came, and of course, we had nothing to do at such a place. We drove up from behind and found a nice little mangrove on the back of the island where we chilled, ate lunch, and played guitar.
The 2nd place was just outside that island where we just tied the boat to a tree and did some more exhausting chilling.
The 3rd and the last place was a sand island without trees. At high tide it was maybe 10 times 5 metres large, but at low tide it was a sand stretch of almost 3 kilometres. And of course, we did some more chilling, drinking, and talking.
In the end, we ran out of booze, and it was getting late so we went back to Zalde’s house to sing some more karaoke and drink until we dropped. Thanks a lot to Zalde and his family for a great experience!
P.S. The reason I’m not in any of the pictures is that I had forgotten my swimming shorts and was wearing these interesting looking pink boxers with teddy bears on them.