Palaui, Cagayan

For someone who craves for the sea, I readily committed myself in joining a trip last year going to one of the northernmost parts of the Philippines – Palaui, Cagayan. Albeit the eagerness, it was with great fear that I agreed to go, because I’m always chased by that fear of getting lost in the sea while on a boat. The fear resonating from my grandmother’s unfortunate event decades ago – years before I was even born.

It was August or September last year that we boarded the plane going to Cagayan – Tuguegarao, specifically, which is also the province’s capital. Two and a half hours later, we caught a van going to Sta. Ana, Cagayan. Much to our surprise and misfortune, we had to ride a non-aircon van; it was, nevertheless, a fun ride filled with jokes overtaking our stresses because of the two-hour worth more of long ride, and the heat.


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As we arrived in our hotel, my inner self couldn’t get hold of the right words seeing the view from the balcony: the sea, its waters crashing to the shores, a group of people playing around, and the sun going beneath us. It’s beautiful.


We decided to rest afterwards. We were, after all, going to be on a long day tour of the main reason why we went there.

Palaui Island

A nice rain welcomed us as we went out of our hotel room, and, honestly, we were so much in doubt if we were going to continue our trip to the island. But we knew we had to try.

From the hotel, we got to the port riding a trike which lasted around 30 minutes, and much to my surprise, the waves weren’t in their worst phase. They were a bit bad, though – quite shaky, in fact.

And, finally. Hello, Palaui!

Once we got off the boat, we had to trek for another two hours going to the main thing. Cape Engaño, the beach, and New Zealand… of the Philippines. That is, with a carabao.



When we got there, we knew we had to climb up to see Cape Engaño in flesh, literally in front of our eyes. The steps were extremely muddy since the rain came and went as it wanted, covering the cemented parts. It was especially quite challenging for someone who has trouble going down due to trauma, such as me.


As we finally reached the top, the view was breathtakingly beautiful.


The view from the top – Dos Hermanas Island, when the earth suddenly wanted a rock to rise from the deep seabeds.



Right the time that had to go down, the rain suddenly went haywire with us so we had to stay there for another thirty minutes. It wasn’t bad at all, though! When the sun showed its rays once again, we trekked down the hill going back to the base.

Across Palaui Island is Anguib Beach which was, at the time, lacking of tourists since August isn’t exactly the beach season in the Philippines. So hooray for us having the islands to ourselves, along with these people.

We had to pay a hundred bucks each as an entrance fee though. Plus another 50 to sit on their bench. No questions, however, since I got so in love with the beach. I promised myself I’m going back there in time!


Once we felt fulfilled of the destination again, we went onboard along with our tour guides who made sure everything went smoothly. Muchas gracias!




What a great day that was – I’m looking forward to more!

PS: I’m feeling a bit of a déjà vu writing this blog post. Or the fact that I’m actually having a blog again.



Weekend of spontaneity

When original plans do not work out, we get ourselves to divert to any of our contingency plans. And that’s what happened to the weekend of Valentine’s Day 2016: instead of hiking one of the highest mountains of the Philippines, as initially planned, we resorted to  visit to the, probably, coldest places in Luzon: Baguio.