Cebu Adventures Part 3

We went back to that questionable hotel for the night and after we ate, my body officially clocked out. Day 1 in Cebu was basically a full season of Survivor: Water Activities Edition, and I was running on fumes, saltwater, and pure stubbornness.

The next morning we woke up and shuffled into the bathroom… and immediately got introduced to our new roommate:

The Shower Bucket.

Not a cute little bucket either. This bucket looked like it had been through wars. Like it had stories. Like it was old enough to have its own passport stamps. We did what we had to do though—because at this point, comfort was not invited on this trip. 💀

Then we climbed back into the van and got hit with a smell so aggressive it felt personal.

You know that smell when wet clothes don’t dry and get shoved into a corner to marinate? Yeah. The van smelled like damp regret. Like someone microwaved a sock and said, “Let’s trap four humans in here for hours.” That van didn’t just smell bad… it smelled like it had given up on life.

Cuartel Ruins

First stop: Cuartel Ruins / Heritage Park / Quartel Beach. We walked around, took in the views, and tried to breathe through our mouths. We also stopped at San Roque Church, which was beautiful and peaceful… a stark contrast to the fact that our van smelled like it was haunted by mildew.

Cuartel Heritage Park

We were supposed to go to Osmeña Peak, but it started raining and the tour guide basically said, “You won’t see anything.” Cebu really said, Not today, hikers. So we pivoted.

Next we traveled to Boljoon, which is known for its historic church and that old-world Cebu vibe—stone, sea air, and the kind of architecture that makes you feel like you accidentally time-traveled. It’s one of those places where you walk around quietly because it feels like history is watching you back.

Eli Rock View Deck

Overlooking Boljoon

Then we climbed up Eli Rock and got rewarded with a panoramic view that made everything feel worth it—coastline, ocean, and that “wow” moment where you forget you’re still wearing yesterday’s outfit and possibly still have river water in your ears.

And then… back into the van.

Back into the stinky curse mobile.

At this point, we weren’t even reacting anymore. We had accepted the smell as a fifth member of the group. It had a personality. It had presence. It had dominance.

Before heading back north to Cebu City, we stopped at Simala Shrine in Sibonga—and I’m not exaggerating when I say it was the most beautiful church I’ve ever seen. It felt like a castle. Like a place built for pilgrimages, prayers, miracles, and people who still have energy. We walked around, listened to the bells, and for a moment… my nervous system unclenched.

Simala Shrine

Then we finally made it back to our hotel in Cebu City.

And this is where the comedy peaked.

Remember the wet clothes from all the water activities the day before? The ones we never got to wash because we were basically living out of a backpack?

Yeah… I had stuffed all of them into my duffel bag like a crime scene.

So we arrive at this 5-star hotel—like fancy lobby, shiny floors, the whole “welcome, ma’am” vibe—and there’s a security checkpoint. They ask me to open my bag.

I unzip it.

And when I tell you the guard got ONE whiff and immediately waved us in like:

“Yup. You’re good. Please go. Please. Go.” 😭😭😭

He didn’t check anything else. That smell was the security clearance.

So there we are… in a luxury hotel… doing laundry in the bathroom like we’re on a budget travel show.

I’m washing clothes in the shower.
Suyapa is rinsing and wringing them out in the sink.
We’re hanging things wherever we can—towel racks, hangers, hopes, dreams.

We didn’t even get to enjoy the hotel amenities because after the Bathroom Laundry Olympics, we were DONE. Lights out. No pool. No spa. No “let’s enjoy luxury.” Just: “Goodnight, world.”

The next morning we checked out, headed to the airport, flew back to Manila, and from there, started the long journey home—tired, proud, and forever changed by:

  1. Cebu’s beauty

  2. The bucket shower

  3. And the van smell that will live in my memory rent-free forever 😅

Cebu Adventures Part 2

We had just crawled back into the van after 2.5 hours of canyoneering in Badian, still buzzing from adrenaline and still wearing the same wet, questionable outfit choices that got us through Kawasan Falls. I remember thinking, Okay… surely the day slows down now.

Cebu said: absolutely not.

Badian ➝ Moalboal (aka: “quick” 20 minutes that turned into a whole ocean documentary)

Our next stop was Moalboal, only about a 20-minute drive away, and the vibe shifted fast from “canyon chaos” to “open water serenity.”

Snorkeling in Pescador Island

First up: Pescador Island—a world-renowned snorkeling spot that’s only accessible by boat. They handed us snorkeling gear, and we climbed into these boats that took us what felt like the middle of the ocean. One by one we slid into the water… and I swear, the second my face went under, I understood why people travel across the world for this.

The coral walls were unreal—like nature turned the saturation all the way up. I’d never seen reefs that colorful in person. We snorkeled there for about half an hour, just floating and staring like, Is this real?

Then the guides moved the boat again—deeper water, closer to shore—and that’s when we realized:

We weren’t done with Moalboal yet.

Panagsama Beach: The Sardine Run (beauty + fear in the same breath)

Next stop: Panagsama Beach, home of the famous sardine run. And let me just say… this wasn’t “snorkeling.” This was an experience.

We got back in the water, and suddenly the ocean was alive—thousands of sardines moving like one giant living cloud. It was mesmerizing… but also? My brain immediately went to the only other time I’d ever seen a sardine run:

On TV. With sharks.

So while I’m floating there in complete awe, I’m also silently panicking like, This is how National Geographic ends for me. 😭

And what made it even wilder? There were scuba divers down below having an even more intimate view of the sardines, like they were casually hanging out in the middle of this underwater phenomenon.

One of our guides then freedove—no equipment—what looked like 40 feet down, just casually swimming through the blue like it was nothing… and then started chasing sea turtles (not in a harmful way—more like the guy was just fully in his element, living his best ocean life). I was watching like: Sir?? Do you pay bills??

We climbed back into the van soaked, salty, and somehow even more awake than we had any right to be.

Moalboal ➝ Tumalog Falls (and the sleep deprivation recap)

Next stop was Tumalog Falls—another hour and a half drive down south.

At this point, let’s recap how insane this day was:

  • Landed in Cebu around 11pm

  • Pickup at 3am

  • 3–4 hour drive to Badian

  • 2.5 hours canyoneering

  • Snorkeling at Pescador Island

  • Snorkeling the sardine run in Moalboal
    …and we’re still in the same clothes. Still damp. Still running on maybe an hour of sleep.

When we finally arrived, the van couldn’t take us all the way to Tumalog Falls. So we stopped in a nearby town and the locals swooped in with the solution:

Motorcycles.

Suyapa and I each hopped on the back of motorcycles, holding on for dear life like, This is either going to be the coolest story ever or the last chapter of my memoir.

Off we went—about a 10-minute ride to the falls.

Tumalog Falls was one of those places that feels like it belongs in a fairytale. The entrance is this long winding path, and then suddenly the grandeur reveals itself—like the falls are waiting for you around the corner.

We swam, stood under the rushing water, took photos and videos… and then found the little pool with the tiny fish that clean your feet—like those fish spa setups, except you’re doing it in the middle of the Philippines like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Then it was back on the motorcycles, back to the van, and onward.


Tumalog ➝ Oslob (final water stop: Whale Sharks)

The next stop was Oslob, about 20 minutes away, and this was the final water activity of the tour:

Swimming with whale sharks.

Now—this is a heavily debated activity, and I want to acknowledge that. But when we arrived, we were educated on the importance of protecting the whale sharks, and there was a very clear emphasis on rules and safety.

They held a briefing and made it crystal clear:

  • Do not touch

  • Do not chase

  • Do not disrupt them

There were even police present, ready to handle any rule breakers.

Then we boarded the boats, pushed off not far from shore… and got the signal.

Get in.

We slipped into the water and—

OMG.

This was straight out of National Geographic.

There were about four whale sharks swimming right underneath us. Two of them were not shy at all—they swam right up like, Hello humans, mind if I pass?

All I could think was:
Don’t touch. Don’t touch. Don’t touch.


I was basically trying to swim backwards while also keeping my composure, which is hard to do when you’re wearing snorkel gear with the wrong fins…

Because yes. Suyapa and I were out there trying to maneuver in the ocean using our sandals. 😭

And listen—going under and staying under water is harder than you think when there’s an animal the size of a bus casually floating next to you. It was equal parts breathtaking and humbling.

After: Dry clothes, a questionable hotel, and street food bravery

After the whale sharks, we finally got a chance to change out of our wet clothes (bless), and then we headed to our hotel for the night.

Was the hotel a little questionable? Yes.
Did we care? Not really.
We were at that point in the day where if you gave us a clean towel and a bed, we would’ve called it luxury.

We washed up, then headed to the closest barangay and ate street food for dinner—ended the day the most Filipino way possible: tired, happy, full, and slightly unsure about what we just ate.

And to Suyapa’s credit… she took that street food like a champ. Even I was looking at some of it like, “Okay… we’re really trusting the process tonight.” 😂

But that’s the thing about traveling with your best friend—when you’re doing it together, you can handle anything. Even a day that feels like three days. Even whale sharks. Even mystery street snacks.

Part 2 of 3 of Cebu Adventures

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