Anda was a quaint little town where in the main source of income seems to be tourism. On the way to the town capitol there were no less than 10 resorts/dive places trying to grab my attention. Once finally at the pension house across the public market which has it’s own food center.
After the sunset, things get interesting, as I was in the mood for grilled food, I went to this nipa shack by the alley. In contrast to it’s humble presentation you’d find tourists eating barbecue chicken with a glass of red wine in hand. And in the only available space left to sit, I faced a delegation from the Mediterranean. An Israeli, a Frenchman, an Austrian (okay he’s not from the Mediterranean) and a Spanish guy discussing authentic homemade recipes for mayonnaise, who has the original claim to aioli, the May 9 elections and why raw eggs are not allowed in commercial sauces in the European Union. (Sorry I pick up a lot of stuff) And before I was done with dinner a Finnish lady joined the conversation. What was interesting was that many of them have made Anda, Bohol, Philippines their home.
Anyhow, after a restful night I took breakfast at the food center and another stroll on the beach before going on my way.
Well, you were beautiful Anda but I just had to move on. (*sniff) Once back on the main road, I turned North passing Alicia, Ubay, Trinidad and the port of Talibon
Where the roads start to look monotonous, you can get to mark your location based on tricycle design, or campaign posters. On the eastern coast of Bohol you find tricycles in the tuktuk configuration, reminding travel savvy tourists of Thailand.
The roads of the Northern Bohol were a bit farther from the coast than it’s Southern side, there was more greenery which was relaxing to the eyes. However it was also here where the effects of this year’s El Niño was more evident. Dry fields of golden brown interrupted the verdant vistas of my ride.
Pretty soon I passed through Inabanga the 2013 Quake Epicenter, there was not much to show me what transpired there three years ago maybe in the town’s interior, but that’s for another trip.
Every town has it’s own parish church but somehow I was drawn to the beauty of the parish church of Calape.
As beautiful as Calape church was I was reminded of the Quake of 2013 when I arrived at a bridge under construction.
Melancholy creeped in when I arrived in the town of Loon, one of those towns where the church was completely demolished by the 2013 quake.
These days, the faithful of the town conduct their services in a smaller covered structure under the shade of a large tree, praying one day for a proper chapel.
Along the way, rows and rows of fire trees, decorate either side of the road, greeted once more by the beautiful blues of the coast.
Fire trees were the welcome splash of color in Bohol’s northern roads.
Then, one town to Tagbilaran as if to end the trip in a happier note, I looked up to see a work of Bol-anon audacity. A Bohol sign in Hollywood fashion (Bohollywood?)
A testament to the Bol-anon spirit that remains unfazed. (Bol-anon wa’y kurat.)
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