Well, it was nothing, really. I just felt my spirit whiz out of my body on that first plunge. And then it had a hard time swooping back inside as I swung back and forth in the air. It seemed a lifetime before my limp body reunited with my drained spirit. But when it did, and I was swinging 'normally' some thousand feet above trees and rocks and raging river, my heart kept pounding so fast and hard I thought it would pop out of my chest. Then when it stilled, I got to finally appreciate everything around me--the beauty of it all. Then when it was time for me to be pulled back, I had to concentrate on my steps and try to just be upright and stay upright, and determined to use both of my trembling feet to get me to the solid ground again. That done, I got my certificate and pictures to prove I really did it.
With that, we bade Danao good-bye. We were on our way to Bohol's most popular landmark: The Chocolate Hills Complex in Carmen. Along the way, however, we were able to get a closer view of some of the hills. We reached the complex at almost noon and the heat was piercing. But we got a really good glimpse of the Chocolate Hills. Plus, we made a wish at the Wishing Well. Together with many other tourists, we took our pictures and then grabbed a bite of sandwich at the restaurant. That done, we got back into the car and sped along the way to the next spot.
Once again, Mr. Eduard sped through the winding road and we almost missed the Shiphaus in Batuan. Good that I had keen a keen sight that I spotted the house. It was just along the road so it was hard to miss. We boarded the ship where we were guided by uniformed ladies. We even got to wear a white hat and had our pictures taken.
Next destination: the Butterfly sanctuary where we obviously saw different butterflies both live and preserved. Then we cruised along the man-made forest to Loboc.
Our next destination was the Tarsier Conservation Area in Loboc. My first glimpse of these tiny creatures felt very sentimental. They looked so alone and delicate and vulnerable. It almost hurt to look at them. It felt as if even the slightest wind could blow them away. I felt irritated by that one tourist whose whispers echoed to the next mountain. But it was an eye-opening visit.
Next spot: the Hanging Bridge. I've ran along different hanging bridges, but this one is different. The bridges were made of bamboo. Maybe it was reminiscence of my plunge in Danao, I got dizzy upon stepping on the bridge. On the other side were souvenir stalls. There was also Bohol's most famous delicacy: kalamay. I wanted to buy one for my pasalubong but I couldn't have anything in my hands because I was going to use them to hold on to the railings. So I thought I would just have to look for other kalamays somewhere else.
Next, Mr. Eduard took us to the Loboc Adventure Park. He understood that since we, especially my sister, weren't able to enjoy EAT Danao adventure, we would want to do the alternative. I opted for the combo ride which was a combination of a zipline going to the other side and a ride on the cable car in coming back. I figured it would be experiencing two activities in one go. It turned out to be a not so good decision. We zoomed through the zipline. Once again testing my dizziness. But it took us two hours of waiting for the cable car to take us back to the other side. As it turned out, when we got to the other mountain, four groups were lining up to ride the cable car. Ironically, we didn't wait for the paragliding pilot in Danao where we could have done other activities, but in Loboc, we were left with no choice but wait, and without anything else to do but sleep. It was hot, and I was hungry. We were hurrying to catch the Loboc cruise, and we were stuck on the other mountain.
When at last we were able to get back to the other side, Mr. Eduard once again zipped through the road to the Loboc river. It was a good thing he had a contact there that he was able to hold the last trip for us. So, off we went on the cruise, which was another great experience. The food was yummy. And the scenery was awe-inspiring.
Next we went to Loboc Church which was another wonder. Although the designs of the churches we had been in Bohol were almost similar, each had a distinction.
Next stop: Baclayon Church. I had stayed in Baclayon for at least two months when I was ten, so I kept on the lookout for anything familiar. But I could not point any familiar spot at all. Even the chapel looked different. But the Church was still the same. Although it looked much bigger before. I felt nostalgic. I wondered when I would be able to get back to that place again.
Since it was almost dusk, we decided to forego Dumaluan and Bohol Beach Club. Instead, we went to the Island City Mall to shop for some necessities. It was already dark when we dropped at the Alona Beach where we negotiated for the island hopping scheduled for the next day.
That ended our second day in Bohol.
Next destination: the Butterfly sanctuary where we obviously saw different butterflies both live and preserved. Then we cruised along the man-made forest to Loboc.
Our next destination was the Tarsier Conservation Area in Loboc. My first glimpse of these tiny creatures felt very sentimental. They looked so alone and delicate and vulnerable. It almost hurt to look at them. It felt as if even the slightest wind could blow them away. I felt irritated by that one tourist whose whispers echoed to the next mountain. But it was an eye-opening visit.
Next spot: the Hanging Bridge. I've ran along different hanging bridges, but this one is different. The bridges were made of bamboo. Maybe it was reminiscence of my plunge in Danao, I got dizzy upon stepping on the bridge. On the other side were souvenir stalls. There was also Bohol's most famous delicacy: kalamay. I wanted to buy one for my pasalubong but I couldn't have anything in my hands because I was going to use them to hold on to the railings. So I thought I would just have to look for other kalamays somewhere else.
Next, Mr. Eduard took us to the Loboc Adventure Park. He understood that since we, especially my sister, weren't able to enjoy EAT Danao adventure, we would want to do the alternative. I opted for the combo ride which was a combination of a zipline going to the other side and a ride on the cable car in coming back. I figured it would be experiencing two activities in one go. It turned out to be a not so good decision. We zoomed through the zipline. Once again testing my dizziness. But it took us two hours of waiting for the cable car to take us back to the other side. As it turned out, when we got to the other mountain, four groups were lining up to ride the cable car. Ironically, we didn't wait for the paragliding pilot in Danao where we could have done other activities, but in Loboc, we were left with no choice but wait, and without anything else to do but sleep. It was hot, and I was hungry. We were hurrying to catch the Loboc cruise, and we were stuck on the other mountain.
When at last we were able to get back to the other side, Mr. Eduard once again zipped through the road to the Loboc river. It was a good thing he had a contact there that he was able to hold the last trip for us. So, off we went on the cruise, which was another great experience. The food was yummy. And the scenery was awe-inspiring.
Next we went to Loboc Church which was another wonder. Although the designs of the churches we had been in Bohol were almost similar, each had a distinction.
Next stop: Baclayon Church. I had stayed in Baclayon for at least two months when I was ten, so I kept on the lookout for anything familiar. But I could not point any familiar spot at all. Even the chapel looked different. But the Church was still the same. Although it looked much bigger before. I felt nostalgic. I wondered when I would be able to get back to that place again.
Since it was almost dusk, we decided to forego Dumaluan and Bohol Beach Club. Instead, we went to the Island City Mall to shop for some necessities. It was already dark when we dropped at the Alona Beach where we negotiated for the island hopping scheduled for the next day.
That ended our second day in Bohol.
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