I skip the other islands by now as Siquijor has been my personal favorite so far. I’m gonna try to write the articles in Englisch from now on so that other travellers from all over the world can read them as well.
As we arrived at our hostel JJ’S backpackers village we barely couldn’t believe our eyes. There were nice little native cottages made of bamboo next to the beach which was quite awesome. Pale white sand, big palm trees with hang mats in between, a little cottage directly situated at the beach with just four tables in it which was the restaurant. The color of the water was a mixture of different shades of turquoise as well as light and dark blue. We felt like being in paradise.
We decided to do an island tour with the tricycle the next day which cost us 800 Pesos in total including the driver. He drove us to different nice spots along the cost of Siquijor Island. We’d been at an old, huge tree were they had a natural fish spa which actually was just a small pond with lots of small and big fishes in it. We would sit at the edge of it, our feet hanging in the water when the fishes began to bite tiny little bits of our feet. It was so hilarious. I laughed so badly and it wouldn’t stop. People were looking at us amused and asked to take some pictures with us.
When we finished our, lets say wellness, we went on for the Cambugahay Falls. To get there you need to walk down huge stairs made of stone. Eventually there was this stunning little waterfall lighting up between the levees of the jungle trees. We were absolutely impressed by the color of the water and the spot in general. Kids would dive into the water after swinging at the rope which was hanging on the palm tree.
Lea went for swimming near the waterfalls while I was sitting on a stone, enjoying the scenery. There was this Filipino guy talking to me when another traveller showed up and smiled at me. I really felt like talking to him but I wasn’t able to, as the other guy kept on asking me dumb questions I wasn’t willing to answer any more. The Filipinos are keen on foreign travellers as most of the tourists are citizens of the Philippines and not as interesting as we are. Especially when you are blond you get lots of attention which is not too bad at all most of the time. You get a warm welcome everywhere, even when you just walk along the streets people are smiling at you, saying hello and waving. This was the first time I just wanted to be left alone as he was not the kind of guy you’d feel comfortable with. I felt so seriously annoyed when the traveller asked me for a lighter and I saw the chance to get out of this one-sided conversation and the Filipino didn’t let me get in contact with him as he directly handed him over his cigarette to avoid that we can talk to each other. So there was nothing left for me then giving the stranger a little smile and try to ignore the Filipino. When we left the waterfalls I said goodbye to the handsome guy and regreted that I did not take the chance to talk to him anyway.
We then went to a local restaurant near Maria, a little town in the east of the island. We had some springrolls, rice, vegetables and a mango for breakfast. Including a bottle of water I just paid 80 Pesos in total and it was really delicious. Plus this had been an authentic Filipino meal.
The next stop was the Salagdoon Beach. I was sitting down at the stone wall next to the sea when Lea was going for some drink. The view was absolutely amazing: a huge natural stone in the middle of the water with some trees on it and a slide made of stone in light blue color. The sun was burning down on me. I lit a cigarette and turned around to look for Lea. Then I saw the stranger from the waterfalls walking down to the beach and I turned around again immediately astonished about the incidence. Suddenly he stood next to me and I was kind of happy to see him again – even though I didn’t know why because we just met for a few seconds before, but I just felt comfortable with him. After some introducing words I invited him to join us lying at the beach. His name was Mor, he was from Israel doing his travels after leaving the army since he had finished the mandatory three years there in Isreal. He told me that this was quite a common way to go for Israelian soldiers. They need to go to the army and afterwards they are all going for a long journey to live in peace for a little while. We talked a lot about everything you could imagine. Even about quite serious topics. He showed me a sticker with a picture of a friend of his who died during the war last year. There was the face of his friend on it, the year of birth and death and a sentence reading “Peace ya man” – that’s what he told them all the time. He wanted to visit India but he died before he got the opportunity. That’s why Mor and some others from the army decided to go to India, printing the stickers before their journey and spreading them across the country to give their friend the last honor. I was shivering involuntarily when I heard his story. It was so touching like nothing I’ve heard before. I didn’t know what to say as I still can’t barely imagine how it is like to live in Isreal and experiencing all the bad things. After a little while we were wondering why we were talking so seriously on a beautiful day like this. We spent three hours at the beach talking, which seemed to be only a few minutes. When we left we decided to meet for dinner at my place.
In the evening he was already sitting in the restaurant when we arrived there. We sat together and another Isrealian couple joined us. We were eating, drinking, talking and laughing all night long. Later in the night, two guys from the table next to us joined us as well. Viny was from Ireland and Markus from Sweden. They were traveling together after they had met in Borneo. We eventually decided to do a tour with the scooter on the following day.
It is so weird when you are traveling. You get to know other, highly interesting people so easily. Everything is so peaceful. People connect and feel comfortable with each other from the very first second they meet. You do things you wouldn’t do at home. When you travel everything makes sense. The world is yours and the people you meet are your family, your friends, are all you need in that very moment. You can know someone for just a few hours and it feels like you’ve been knowing them for years already. That’s what traveling is about: exploring cultures, learning from others, being together no matter where you’re from and what you’re doing in let’s call it the real life. Sometimes we forget to appreciate the life we live. So we need to leave our comfort zone, travel the world to have magical moments like these when everything seems to be possible and thus get the inspiration and gain the confidence we need to live a satisfied life.