Petra | Jordan. A rose-red city half as old as time
San Vicente | Palawan. Counting solitary strides.
Taj Mahal | India. A teardrop on the cheek of time
Catanduanes Island. Postcard-pretty slideshow.
Keep Kalm (at Kalanggaman Island | Leyte).
Nikko | Japan. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil in this UNESCO heritage town.
Counting temples in Bagan | Myanmar.
Chasing UNESCO World Heritage Sites in Sri Lanka.
Where to Stay? | Luxury, Backpacking & Glamping
Inaul Festival | Maguindanao. In homage of a weaving tradition
Rishikesh | India. a morning walk inside the Beatle's Ashram
Cairo | Egypt. a surreal moment at the great pyramids of giza

Weaving Through Scenic Sorsogon Countryside



The sky was a picture of a indecision when we boarded the bus from Legaspi to Sorsogon. It looks like it was unsure of dumping rain or sheltering the Earth from the blistering sun—which was keen on making an appearance that day. The weather was shaping out fine and the absence of rain made it more ideal, but there are still a few patches of dark clouds  hovering above. The same sky curtain that made our earlier attempt to see Mayon Volcano up close a futile one. As the bus revved up its engine and gather speed on the highway, the wind brushing against my face increases its tenacity. Trying to avoid a direct hit, I looked out the window and was greeted by a majestic countryside.

Sorsogon roadtrip with Bam Raguindin

Even with a set of eyes lacking sleep, I was fully awake for the duration of the trip. I wouldn't wanna miss these scenic hills, green fields, roadside lawns and century-old trees with branches extending to the opposite side, in exchange of the darkness that sleeping brings. We took the ordinary bus from Legaspi to Sorsogon for another 2.5 hour trip, which was the second leg of our long weekend trip. My friend Tin would lean her head to my shoulder once in a while, as she battles the occurrence of sleep. I would nudge her here and there whenever we would pass by something peculiar and interesting. Which happened a lot of times like when we passed by a motocross race by the roadside, with the obstacles located a few meters by the highway and towns folks lining up as spectators. Small lakes and sleepy towns in between with faces of people beaming with friendly smiles greeted us as we rolled at a speed of about 45-50 kph.

Sorsogon roadtrip with Bam Raguindin

There was nothing boring about the trip. It was a perfect quiet moment to think a lot about certain things. The simple settings of the surroundings gives an idea that not everything should be made of grandeur. The towns we passed by en route to Sorsogon presented me with those images. Folks walking the side of the road carrying sacks of the day's harvest and kids playing in front of tiny homes. It looks like a hard life from the perspective of someone who has gotten used to the enormous dictates and norms of the big city, but from their own eyes, it is an ideal and respectable way of living. Showing up everyday and contributing to their community in their own little ways. There is always a sense of "Bayanihan" still alive in these places.


Bam Raguindin

The vast green fields separating houses and little towns and a seemingly endless paved highway creates an infinite vision of the largeness of the world. You wonder how cities become overpopulated, while places such in the countryside thrives with life, space and a greener and cleaner environment suitable for sustainable living. If there's any consolation to living a hard life in the country, it would be the fact that they wander in a place far better in terms of aesthetics than the false comforts a modern day big city provides. 


We finally arrived in Sorsogon City, Sorsogon after 2 and a half hours and we are bound for another 2 hour trip to the town of Matnog, Sorsogon which is located in the Southern tip of Luzon and the gateway to Samar Island. A little bit battered from the almost two days of traveling and with our butt nearing numbness, Tin and I still savored the opportunity to travel, see and cover more grounds. Kudos to my new travel buddy Tin who never even for a single minute became grumpy with all the traveling we took in an almost hardcore yet "Amazing Race" like pace.


Our trip started Friday morning in Cubao then reached our first leg in Naga City at around 5pm, took another bus to Legaspi City, Albay. We arrived there at around 7PM, found a cheap inn after going on a tricycle ride on a pitch black street (coz of an area brownout), had dinner at "Small Talk" cafe, went to Embarcadero for a night cap before calling it a day. The next day we visited Daraga Church, then off to the Cagsawa Ruins but lo and behold the Mayon Volcano hid under a blanket of clouds so we hiked up Lignon Hill and enjoyed some fresh air. Went back and had lunch then proceeded to Sorsogon by Saturday afternoon. It was a fun trip filled with hustling and busting our ass to move and the only thing missing was Phil Keoghan telling us "Congratulations, you're the 1st team to arrive".

Sorsogon roadtrip with Bam Raguindin

From Sorsogon we took another Jeepney ride to Matnog for another 63 kilometer trip (equals to a little bit more than 2 hours). We arrived at Matnog, Sorsogon at around 5PM and went to the local tourism office to ask for places to rent for the night. We were pointed to a nearby beach resort that offers a 500 a night nipa hut as accommodation. The trike driver who took us there, Kuya Charlie was friendly enough to recommend his friend's boat for our island hopping the next day, which we planned on taking to visit the Juag fishing sanctuary, Subic beach and Tikling island.

Sorsogon roadtrip with Bam Raguindin

I will write about that separate trip on my upcoming blog entries about Sorsogon since this was all about the scenic countryside of Sorsogon. Our road trip never ended after our boat trip to the nearby islands in Matnog. After lunch time of Sunday, we took another trip this time to Abucay so we can catch another jeepney going to Gubat, Sorsogon from there we took another jeepney ride to Barcelona town, which was where the historic St. Joseph's Church was located.

Sorsogon roadtrip with Bam Raguindin

Traveling together is a perfect way to know a person. I've come to know Tin as easy like we've known each other for years, even though we just met a week earlier, planned this trip after a coffee meeting over casual conversation of past travels. In our long ride together we further talked about our desire to travel more and in the ensuing conversation I've learn to look at her in a fond way, someone who'd be there with me and other kindred souls in future road trips somewhere.


Everything went well during the trip that totally outnumbered the displeasure of what a very long traveling brings. I was able to see through the great experience and suck up the few obstacles of being on the road and was rewarded in the process with a new travel friend who is as willing as myself to savor every second of traveling. 

Bam Raguindin in Sorsogon

After visiting the Barcelona church and the nearby Spanish era ruins, we waited for yet another Jeepney bound for Sorsogon, Sorsogon so we could have our early dinner and catch the bus going back to Manila. It was a rapid pace like movement of seeing a new place. The scenic countryside of Sorsogon added up to the wonderful experience - something to look back and try to accomplish again in the near future whether in this place again.

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