Arriving in Tagbilaran on our Cebu Pacific flight.
My reason for coming: the tarsier! Happily this poster was in the airport baggage claim
Cale trying peanut treats from Bohol in a classically Cale kind of way.
From Tagbilaran, we took a Saint-Jude (not to be confused with Saint John or John's, both other bus companies in the city) bus toward Carmen, to get to our hostel, Nuts Huts.
Bus shot!
Tricycles are the preferred mode of transportation on the Visayas, and they all have bible quotes in bold letters on the back.
The 1km road path from the road to the entrance to Nuts Huts.
Cale in the lead
Teak house on the way to nuts huts.
The view on our way
My pack...and me.
Finally!!
Oh noes! The work isn't over - there are a billion trillion stairs to get to the hostel restaurant and then a ton more to get down to our nipa hut!
restaurant in the distance
so....tired...and sweaty....
made it!
Our hut.
the view
David and Juliette, a lovely French couple, in the common area.
Great idea for any hostel
Resident goats. There were many.
Cale and motorbike on our way to tarsiers.
Signe and Lakis, who we joined in our tarsier/chocolate hills exploration.
getting a bit carried away with the tarsiers already...
FINALLY! These little guys are amazing. Their heads can turn all the way around like an owl, and each of their eyes is bigger than their brain. They are astoundingly small, with long tails and huge ears, and it took all my effort not to grab one and put it in my backpack.
cute knobby paws!
the money shot
Because one go wasn't enough, we convinced the sanctuary to let us take another round of tarsierosity.
attempts at an 'under the tarsier' picture failed miserably.
blurry but we got it!
I know, right?
dancing chicken!
lush greenscapes on the drive from the tarsier sanctuary to the chocolate hills.
the 4 musketeers for the day.
I thought the horse and steamroller made for a nice picture.
riverboat on the loboc river
the tarsier headband i did NOT buy
classic tricycle
on our way to the chocolate hills, via sikatuna
downtown Loboc
The 2nd oldest church in the Philippines, from 1601
Sikatuna church
Chocolate hills! no parking there, by the way.
pretty grass near the chocolate hills
They are not so chocolate-y due to the fact that we caught them on the cusp of wet season's end - they get dark only midway through the dark season as the moss dies.
they don't look it, but each of these hills are very steep.
let the fun pictures begin!
uh, not quite...
also not quite. it looks as though i am doing aerobics behind a green screen.
Ack! Without the random Russian lady behind us, this would have made for a nice picture.
Almost perfect
money shot #2
much better.
Beautiful man-made forest on the drive back
Random hanging bridge near Nuts Huts
Emerald green Loboc river
tray of tarsiers!
Yes, Cale's holding a stuffed animal of a tarsier in his hand.
Mmm....GSM towers...
Nutty dirt road we navigated with our motorcycles - it got quite steep thereafter and we ended up turning back. I pulled the "older sister wants to turn around" card.
View of Loboc from atop the Station of the Cross mountain.
Cale befriending the security guard near the GSM towers.
Me befriending the dog. Dog thinking "Why is this woman talking to me?"
Sunset from Nuts Huts.
Canoeing on the Loboc River
Sweaty self portrait during our 'hike to the bat caves' near Loboc
We asked our guide to take this since we wanted at least ONE non-self-portrait for our mother to print out for her 'wall of random Jodi/Cale pictures'
LARGE spider. Think: a CD, then add legs. Ugh.
This reads 'no stealing bat droppings from this cave.' Yeah, you don't need to convince me.....
Inside Bat Cave No 1
Sean climbing the tree trunk inside the cave
The awfully weird yet strangely beautiful scorpion spider
Bats!
More bats!
Water buffalo, clearly asking us to mind our own business
Our guide's nipa hut near the river's edge
These 2 kids were mesmerized by the television set inside the Island City Mall, near the Tagbilaran bus terminal. Adorable.
Leaving Bohol for Camiguin. First step: getting our way out of the river, then a jeepney from Loboc to Loay, then another to Jagna, then a ferry to Camiguin.
Juliette and David, a lovely French couple also on holiday in Bohol.
Cale, happy to be on public transportation. Note the woman next to him with her hat - it was a good 36 degrees.
View from the bus to Jagna.
Our jeepney
Apparently the tax officials aren't just assholes in North America.
Downtown Jagna, where we took our ferry.
