And because I am just ‘bitbitable’ — just tell me where we are going, how much is the budget and I’m on the go or to anywhere my feet will lead me to (the more spontaneous, the better), I never had the mastery and skill to make an itinerary. So rely on our itinerary master, Phoebe. 🙂
Our budget is 1,750 php per person.
INCLUSIONS for OVERNIGHT (2D/1N);
•Transportation (Tourist Bus) (Petron Jollibee Eastwood-Nasugbu-vv)
•Island & Entrance Fee
•Meals at the Island Day 1: Lunch & Dinner Day 2: Breakfast & Lunch (Brunch)
05:30 AM – assembly at Eastwood Jollibee Petron
06:00 AM – departure
08:00 AM – arrival at Nasugbu , buy food for overnight stay
09:00 AM – arrival at Brgy. Bucana, waited for the boatman
09:30 AM – departure to island
10:30 AM – arrival at Fortune Island
11:00 AM – tent pitching, cook food for lunch
12:00 NN – lunch break
03:00 PM – swim, explore, diving, snorkeling, picture taking
06:00 PM – dinner, bonfire, social
10:00 PM – sleeping time
06:00 AM – breakfast
08:00 AM – exploring ruins, light house, photograph
10:00 AM – swim, cliff diving
12:00 NN – lunch
01:00 PM – fixing tent
02:00 PM – back to Nasugbu
03:30 PM – freshin’ up
05:35 PM – early dinner
07:30 PM – back to Manila
Also, don’t forget this important things to prepare and remember:
1.) Always remember to pack light
2.) Medicine / Hygiene & Kikay Kit(for girls)
3.) Flashlight / Lamp
4.) Mosquito Repellant / Off Lotion
5.) Sleeping Bag/Blanket/Sarong/Malong/Tent
6.) Swim Wear / Rashguard wear
7.) Comfy Sandals or Slippers
8.) Shades (of course, optional)
9.) Sunblock / Spf Lotion
10.) Waterproof your things & gadgets
11.) Garbage Bag for your trash! Leave no trace!
12.) Extra Foods/Drinks – Drinking WATER
13.) Extra Batteries / Powerbank
And above all, remember: in every adventure, your safety is a priority.
We started our 2016 a little different — camping in an island! When you’re up to a challenge and at the same time, want relaxation on the beach and feel the yearning-for-adventure traveler in you, then, Fortune Island is for you.
Little Greece of Batangas
Fortune Island is located at Nasugbu, Batangas. It is once a luxury resort, isolated and now abandoned yet still gained popularity despite the fact that there is no electricity and fresh water in it. I never had the chance to ask the keepers of the island of how come it was abandoned but they only managed to tell me that it was now being rented by a Korean. But according to some stories, the island is filled with mystery.
They say many ships sunk within its vicinity and that is why stories of ghosts in the island adds thrill to it. Glad we didn’t encounter any of them though during our stay. Hmm, if you won’t count the mysterious disappearance of the grilled pork belly (for forty people) we prepared for the next day ahead, that would be another mystery to add. 🙂
Together with my office mates, friends and friends of friends, off we went to seek back-to-the-basic experience. We rented a bus from Eastwood to Nasugbu. It’s like an educational trip for we are more than 40 pax. Then we rented two boats to the island. The boat ride was almost an hour, but we feel excited. Even more upon seeing dolphins and flying fish welcoming us on our way.
Experiencing the ‘Back to Basic”
The white sand beach and the tranquility of the island was comforting. A really nice place to lift all your burdens and throw it at the sea. The famous Acropolis of the island stands tall, above the cliff, visible from afar. The structure was inspired by the Acropolis of Greece. It seems like it was the gate to the island or the watcher and the guard. As if the gods were somewhere there, under its strong pillars, having their picnic and enjoying the view of the sunset.
And since the island has no electricity and fresh water, if you’re planning to go there, be sure to bring enough drinking water and a flashlight. That also means, no washrooms. If you want to take a bath, the sea is wide open. If you want to pee, the beach is wide open, if you want to poop, the sand is abundant — all you need to do is dig. But make sure you’re far away, got it? 😛
You may gather some wood around the place and cook the old way or make a bonfire at night. Or you may pitch your tent anywhere. Be sure to try cliff diving as well for those who love adventure and thrill. It is the most exciting part of the trip — oh the fear of falling. And that unexplained feeling when you are falling; counting the seconds in your head (but can’t focus) on how long will it take before you reach the water. And once you’ve hit the sea, and float back again, all you can shout is, “Wooh!” You will realize in an instant how great cliff diving is, ignoring the fact that you’re afraid and hesitant at first.
All in all. Fortune Island is truly a fortune. If you’re up to a challenge, seek this island. I truly recommend it to travelers out there. Those who love the gratifying and fulfilling experience of being back to the basic. –jle
Photo credits to Ginnie.
If you want to see our itinerary, please click this link: Itinerary 2016
Team Pahinga Conquered the Playground of the Gods: Mt. Pulag
We Conquered Mt. Pulag
The 3rd highest mountain in the Philippines, Mt. Pulag standing 2,922 MASL, had usual visitors who dare to reach its peak. And then we came: This group that maybe made the gods laugh and happy. The group that loves to rest, but didn’t quit. This is my journal on how we came, walk, rest, trek, rest again, another walk, trek, rest again for the nth time (that’s why we’re called Team Pahinga). Until we saw and at last, though tired and freezing from cold, conquered the playground of the gods, Mt. Pulag. Continue reading Mt. Pulag | Benguet
“Hi, I’m Paul” he said, extending his hand.
I smiled nervously as we shook hands.
“May I see your handwriting?”, he then asked.
“Oh, sure”, I blurted out with curiosity.
I looked at him intently as he analyze my handwriting; his face serious and undisturbed,
while I study the features of his face carefully — a handsome man,
curious of what he might find on my strokes.
After a moment, he said his ‘verdict’ at last.
I just nod and try to look blank as possible,
pathetically hiding any sign of affirmation and confirmation,
trying not to look defensive and submissive at the same time.
He looked at me in the eye from time to time as if he’s reading my very soul.
I will never forget what he made me feel that moment —- uncomfortable, intimidated
but curious and eager at the same time to know this man
who happens to be the only man I’ve met who’s accurate at ‘analyzing’ me for the first time,
the fact that we are total strangers to each other.
In just a few words I wrote on a piece of paper,
a few strokes of my pen, he already knew my weaknesses,
what more if I gave him a paragraph or my journals.
And for meeting someone for the first time, which could also be the first and the last,
my weaknesses are the last thing I wanted for as an introduction.
Remember me in your prayers.
Cleanse my name through your solitude and contemplation.
At least, do me this favor.
That I may fully understand why you’ve chosen this devotion over me.
There is a Filipino superstition where a mole on one’s foot means the person loves adventure. Often times describes as “layas”, “gala” and “lakwatero/lakwatsera” (travelers and wanderers) that often goes anywhere just for the sake of being outside the house.
It may lead them somewhere big, thanks to their mole!
This is a journal of her travels and wanderings.
The forest always fills me with awe. The smell of the wild air, moss and earth feels like some heavenly scent for me. The wild flowers are amazing and gorgeous. And beneath the depths of the earth hide their roots, crawling to the deepest part of the crust, always working in mystery.
Despite being surrounded by tall trees, I never felt that I am small. Somehow, I know, everything arounds me, breathes with me. And I am no more or less than the wild. I am one of them.
As I step inside the bus,
As it moves its wheels,
To somewhere, somewhere,
Wherever the road leads us, I wonder.
As the view from the window changes,
As the wind blew on my face,
We are far, far away,
Excitement fills the air, my eyes wander.
How sad it is for some,
That only thought of their destination,
Who can’t feel the anticipation,
The surprise that may come along the way.
As I sit inside the bus,
I wonder what stories I pass by.
I try to look at everything,
Though so fast, I’m trying.
Tough how many hours I must sit,
Even all I can see were just trees,
I enjoy every minute of it,
Oh, how the bus sings in its own beat.
And whenever the ride is finished,
Feels like I’m saying goodbye to an old friend.
Until next time,
I will travel,
I will travel,
And I will see each story I pass by,
Though so fast, I will.
the world is sleeping.
The stream flows;
it gives shivers.
A woman sleeps;
A man is naked.
Music is low.
Old man’s breathing,
a silent moan.
A knock on the door