Then, the Amazing Race again began. We took a van back to Surallah. And, got in a van to General Santos. It was so hot inside and it seemed like it would still take a while before it’d be filled, so Tara and I decided to take a trike to Yellow Bus Lines station and take the bus instead.
When we got to General Santos, we took a trike to the plaza to get internet connection and print our boarding passes. But, because it was already less than four (4) hours before our flight, we couldn’t do this anymore. Tara brought up the possibility that we might not be able to get into our next flight because of this. I don’t know where my confidence came from but I assured her that we would be able to. It would just take an enrollment conversation with the Cebu Pacific personnel.
We tried to find the jeepney or multi-cab we could ride to get us to the airport but everyone we asked kept on pointing us to the direction of where we could get a cab. So, either the jeepney we were looking for really didn’t exist or they didn’t know it existed. Because we were cramped with time, Tara and I decided to ride a trike to bring us to wherever it would be easy to get a cab. When we found a cab, we asked the driver to put the meter down. But, he said that, in General Santos, they don’t do that when you ask to be driven to the airport. Because we were in a hurry and also because I didn’t want to be bothered by this, I gave in. All I asked from the driver was to bring us to General Santos in time for our boarding.
And, he fulfilled his end of the bargain – Tara and I got to the airport a few minutes before boarding time. I went straight to the Cebu Pacific counter and explained that we had actually checked in but just failed to print our boarding passes, crossing my fingers that we would still be allowed to board. She gave us our boarding passes and we’re off to the waiting area. We again made it just in time for boarding, with enough to pee and freshen up! Sweet!
The flight from General Santos to Cebu took about an hour. My friend Therese picked us up from the airport and brought us to her family’s restaurant, Casa Verde. She ordered ribs and salad for us. It was super tasty and awesome!
We then went to the port to buy tickets for the 3:55 PM trip to Tagbilaran. We wanted to take this trip because our host in Tagbilaran, Malou, was going to bring us to a fiesta in Sevilla. Plus, it was also the last trip of Supercat.
When we got to the port at 3:45 PM, we were surprised to find out that the ferry had already left. It was the first time I experienced a public transportation leaving 10 minutes BEFORE its scheduled departure. We could be pissed and annoyed because of this breakdown. But, it was really not worth the energy. So, after conversations with Malou and Tara, we decided to take Oceanjet instead. It turned out to be a good thing because we saved some bucks from their Libre Balik Promo. We paid Php 820.00 for a round-trip ferry ride, Cebu-Tagbilaran.
Because we still had over an hour to spare before our ferry leaves at 6:00 PM, Therese brought us to Casa Verde’s main branch, where she treated us with coffee and chocolate cake. Super yum!
Tara, Therese and I had wonderful conversations to while the hours away. But, by 5:15 PM, we left Casa Verde and Therese drove us to the port so we could be sure that we wouldn’t miss our ride this time. We were at the port by 5:30 PM. Our ferry left on schedule and we got to Bohol at 7:40 PM.
Our host Malou told us to ask the drivers to bring us to “Abucay residence”. I had this idea in my head that everyone in Tagbilaran knew everyone else. But, after several tries of finding Abucay residence, I realized that I was wrong. So, I asked Malou to send me their exact address. We found a lady who lived near their house and who offered to bring us there. We only paid Php 20.00 and the rest of the fare was shouldered by the lady. Thank you, Ma’am!
Malou’s Mom welcomed us into her home and prepared dinner for us. Malou pushed through with going to the fiesta and her parents were so nice to accommodate us even if Malou wasn’t there.
After taking a shower, we both went to bed, without any concrete plan of how we would get to the Eskayas the following day. Exciting!
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