bohol: chaos, chocolate hills, and questionable karaoke nights
so there i was, stepping off the ferry in tagbilaran, sweat already pooling in places i didn’t know could sweat. the air was thick, the kind that sticks to your skin like a bad habit. bohol wasn’t on my original itinerary-some drunk backpacker in cebu convinced me it was “the only place in the philippines where you can see hills that look like giant hershey’s kisses.” spoiler: he was right, but also very, very wrong about a few other things.
i rented a scooter because, well, when in the philippines, right? the helmet they gave me looked like it survived a war, but hey, it was free. first stop: the chocolate hills. i’d seen photos, but nothing prepares you for the sheer absurdity of hundreds of green mounds stretching to the horizon. it’s like someone dropped a giant bag of broccoli on the island. i overheard a local say they’re actually ancient coral deposits pushed up by tectonic shifts. or maybe aliens. i wasn’t sure, but i believed both.
the weather was... unpredictable. one minute it’s sunny, the next you’re riding through a monsoon that feels personally offended by your existence. i just checked and it’s 23°c there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. humidity’s at 74%, which means your shirt will be drenched before you even think about moving.
nightlife in bohol is a mixed bag. i ended up in a karaoke bar in loboc where the bartender’s rendition of “living on a prayer” nearly made me cry. someone told me that the best lechon in town is at a place called nanay’s Kitchen, but i got sidetracked by a street vendor selling balut. if you’ve never tried it, imagine a hard-boiled egg that whispers back. not for the faint of heart.
pro-tip: if you get bored, cebu and siquijor are just a short ferry ride away. siquijor’s got a reputation for witchcraft, which i’m pretty sure is just a marketing gimmick, but hey, who am i to judge?
one thing i didn’t expect? the tarsiers. these tiny primates with eyes bigger than their brains are equal parts adorable and unsettling. they’re nocturnal, so seeing one awake during the day feels like catching a celebrity in sweatpants. someone warned me that if you scream near them, they’ll commit suicide. i didn’t test the theory.
food-wise, bohol doesn’t mess around. fresh seafood, adobo that’ll make you question every life choice that led you away from the philippines, and mangoes so sweet they’ll ruin all other fruit for you. i stumbled into a place called the bamboo house on a whim, and their kinilaw (filipino ceviche) was the kind of dish that makes you want to write poetry, even if you’re terrible at it.
if you’re into history, the baclayon church is worth a visit. it’s old, it’s beautiful, and it survived a 2013 earthquake that flattened half the island. the locals rebuilt it with the kind of stubborn pride that makes you believe in humanity again.
oh, and the beaches? forget boracay. bohol’s alona beach is quieter, less polished, and somehow more real. the sand isn’t white as snow, but it’s soft enough to make you forget your problems for a while.
here’s the thing about bohol: it’s messy, chaotic, and utterly unforgettable. it’s the kind of place that doesn’t try to impress you, but somehow does anyway. so yeah, go. rent that scooter. eat the balut. Sing karaoke with strangers. and if you see a tarsier, for the love of god, don’t scream.
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