The places I have come to miss the most: El Nido

Back then, it was like a dream. I would wake up at 6:00 in the morning and hear the waves gently crashing right outside our room and it would feel like the water could reach the foot of our beds, sweeping our slippers away out into the sea. The ambient sound of the ocean soothes as nature plays one of its lullabies in an attempt to put us all back to sleep. Each time the tide would break on the shore my consciousness would slip a little. I stretched out my arms in protest and headed straight for the veranda in hopes of catching my first sunrise in El Nido.
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El Nido was everything I expected it to be, which is nothing short of the paradise that most travellers boasted about on their journals. The town itself is a haven for western backpackers and despite its notoriety for being a place for people with deeper pockets, my experience proved otherwise. Having a tight budget did not rob us of an amazing experience getting lost among the hundreds of limestone cliffed islets dotting the Bacuit archipelago.

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On our first day, we had to swim underwater and through a narrow opening in a rock wall to reach the secret beach that inspired Alex Garland’s novel The Beach, which was written while the author was in El Nido. Our second day involved riding a tricycle to Nacpan where we spent that one perfect afternoon lazying at the beach. On the third, we paddled through the famous lagoons on a canoe and ended the day waiting for my third sunset in Palawan.

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There, after an overdose of vitamin sea underneath a blanket of blue skies, the sunsets brought a feeling of uneasiness. Yet none of us were seasick. ”I don’t like sunsets,” Brenna said, “it means something good is about to end.” And sure enough, a lot of things have ended. Some taking longer than it should have.

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That El Nido trip was enough to fill an episode of my life with clips marked for future references and behind the scene footages that should never be aired. An episode tagged as one of the best in history despite the downward emotional spiral that it caused afterwards. An episode archived in my memory drive, waiting to get overwritten with one having a better script. Same setting, different cast.

Because back then, it was all a fantasy.

This is part 1 of a series about all the places I miss.

Of expensive houses on stilts

They looked like ordinary wooden houses on stilts. Well, technically, they are. Back home, people who live in water bungalows (sans air-conditioning and breakfast in bed) are plenty and considered to be below the poverty line. Here, a night inside one would cost you almost $200 for two. And this was the cheapest resort we could find! What a difference in geography and lighter shade of sand can make.

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Fihalhohi is one of the last islands of South Male Atoll and is 45 minutes away from Maafushi if you take a speedboat.

We transferred to Fihalhohi Island Resort just for these water bungalows, convinced that we needed a photo op with these ridiculously priced huts in the background to make our Maldives experience more legit. Because we won’t see anything similar anywhere else in the world, right? Heh.

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The only access to these island resorts are via speedboat transfers. A private ride will cost you a staggering $250.

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Fihalhohi is a budget resort with rooms rates starting from $200 a night.

After leaving the local island of Maafushi at 10:00 AM via private speedboat transfer that deducted another $250 to our group expense, we were all left confused to arrive on Fihalhohi an hour later… yet it was still 10:00 in the morning. Later on, it was explained to us that the island rests on a different time zone one hour early from where we came from. But more importantly, the staff also informed our group that the buffet lunch is on the house! That may not sound like a big deal, but the free meal saved our third-world stomachs from eating Nissin cup noodles and SkyFlakes inside our overpriced rooms that looked nothing close to luxurious with tacky-colored walls that reminded me of a similar shade of pink found in a 24-piece Crayola box.

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These water bungalows are made of pinewood and is the most expensive room type because of its secluded location in the island.

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Resort guests are free to roam around the deck but has to be respectful of those actually staying inside these huts.

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On the upside, unlike the local islands, the laws are more flexible within the resort as bottles of liquor can be found at the bar and guests are allowed to bare their flesh in public. To me, that only means more images of half-naked hunks on the beach, and boy, did I see plenty of bulges and buff arms every time I frolicked by the shore. It was a sausage fest filled with hotdogs I cannot put in my mouth.

If you’re not into that kind of bird-watching though, the resort offers plenty of activities that involves going further into the depths of the Indian Ocean and several water sports that did not interest me aside from being too far out of my budget. While my friends bragged about its house reef, I ended up sleeping in my room most of the time which I didn’t mind since I was there to relax, but everyone else thought I was wasting my hard-earned money by staying indoors all day. In my case, it doesn’t matter where I am, if I feel like taking a nap, I will. The country has that kind of vibe that puts me to sleep and I couldn’t rob myself of having quality time with the bed. It called my name and I embraced its soft sheets with no regrets.

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Most guests thought we were a big family of OFWs having a vacation. They had no clue I just met most of these guys at the airport! Photos by Win Shia.

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Wearing sunscreen is an imperative. Unless, of course, you want to get roasted. Also, that guy has a nice big bulge.

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Thank you, Lord, for this meal I am about to receive. Charot. Photo by Jonas Roque.

In my 24-hour stay within the island, I only spent an accumulative 3 hours on the beach. We were on day four of our trip and I was beginning to get sick of seeing the ocean around me. As much as I enjoy getting wet and digging my toes into the spread of milky white powder resting beside a turquoise bed of water, it takes a variety of activities for me to really enjoy a place. For me, pristine and perfect gets old very quick.

Don’t get me wrong, after seeing a small pinch of what Maldives has to offer, I was convinced that it does have better beaches than my home country, hands down. But that’s about it. Soon enough, I started longing for the dirt and grime of old city streets with broken down walls that told stories of its rich history. My taste buds hungered for new spices and flavors that would orchestrate a symphony in my palate. My feet itched for movement that can only be satisfied after a rough trek to the summit of a mountain or a two-hour photo walk into hidden alleyways and heritage sites.

The water bungalows did nothing for me. The photos we all sought after felt empty. My impression of Maldives was as flat as its topography. Then again, I am judging it based on what little I saw of it.

The infinity pools of Kaafu Atoll

Growing up in a country known for having the finest white sand beaches in Southeast Asia, the bar has been set quite high. But that’s not always a good thing. With great expectations, I stepped out to the ferry’s bow and watched as islands passed by while still in utter disbelief of where I was. Everyone else in the boat were either drained from the heat or tired from the long flight that once we arrived in Maafushi Island after three more hours of slow travelling across the Indian Ocean, our group ignored the beach and headed straight to the guesthouse where I slept the rest of the day away.

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The Kaafu Atoll is an administrative region consisting of Kaashidhoo Island, Gahaafaru Atoll, and Malé Atoll (North and South Malé).

The next morning, I reluctantly got out of bed and readied my stomach for a big breakfast. Based on the previous day’s first impressions, hitting the beach was not at the top of my to-do list. Nope, not even in the Maldives. It was expected of a proud islander to compare the shoreline to his home country. ”I’ve seen better”, I thought.

The port of Maafushi Island, located in the Kaafu Atoll.

The port of Maafushi Island, located in the Kaafu Atoll.

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Kaafu atoll has a total of 107 islands, most of which are uninhabited and hard to pronounce. Our first stop was Maafushi Island in South Malé Atoll.

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One of the many excursions available for tourists include island hopping, snorkeling, and scuba diving.

It was only after three trips back to the buffet table that I decided to catch up to my travel buddies at the beach, which was oddly barricaded from the rest of town by tall wooden fences to prevent the conservative locals from seeing images of barely clothed foreigners. See, aside from alcohol, the Maldivian law strictly prohibits any person from baring too much skin in public, but for tourism’s sake the locals were able to compromise. Ergo, the divider.

But that wasn’t the only obvious divide on Maafushi. Except for the small hub of humble hotels front-lining the coast, the rest of town seemed distant and less hospitable than their commercial counterparts. Adding to the fear factor is the fact that a huge prison compound occupies the island’s Eastern side and guards roaming the streets with their guns. The gap may be due to the cultural and language differences but they sure made no extra effort in making us feel welcome unless we were the ones to initiate a conversation. Maybe we didn’t look too approachable as well.

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Maafushi Island recently opened itself for tourism, with guesthouses being built left and right, after getting hit by the tsunami back in 2004.

Maafushi's beach was similar to Philippine beaches

Maafushi’s beach was similar to Philippine beaches

Local islands like Maafushi were not always open to international guests but since after being devastated by the 2004 tsunami that also destroyed Ko Phi Phi in Thailand, opening themselves up to more tourists became one of their solutions for immediate recovery. And with new guesthouses currently being built to accommodate more people, they may just be able to get back on their feet before their homes sink below the Indian Ocean.

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Maafushi is the only local inhabited island with most number of guest houses in the country. If you’re looking for affordable rooms, this is the place to go.

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With an elevation peak at 2.4m, Maldives is known as the flattest country in the world.

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A traditional fishing boat called dhoni docked by the pier. And my feet in contrast with the sand.

That afternoon, our group’s head honcho had arranged an excursion to a floating sand bar marketed as the ‘Sexy Beach’ and from what I have gathered, any couple lucky enough to be left alone on this beach can get away with spending a good amount of time practicing any position from the Kama Sutra guidebook. If I was there by myself, my right hand would be very, very tired.

As four of our companions spent the next hour diving while the rest frolicked by the sand bank, I was left drifting across the shallow waters near a couple who have been suspiciously hugging each other since our boat docked. Snorkelling became a little awkward especially after accidentally swimming too close to see their underwater activity. They were literally putting the sex in ‘Sexy Beach’ and no one else seemed to notice.

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On our second day, we were taken to a floating sand bank they called Sexy Beach. Just a strip of sand and random pitched umbrellas.

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An unapologetic selfie because sometimes you just got to.

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Whitest sand I have ever seen in my life! When I posted this photo online, most people thought it was snow.

I was beginning to believe that the Maldives was just another overrated tourist destination reserved for privileged people with deep pockets and not for some middle class man living in the third world. Islands filled with overpriced resorts on beaches that looked similar to what I have seen in the Philippines, with water bungalows on stilts by the shore for guests who prefer spending the night with ambient sounds of crashing waves on the background at a premium rate. But since I was able to spend only half of my monthly salary for a week’s stay on this country, I am not complaining. It was worth every centavo.

And then there was Maadhoo Finolhu.

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The island of Maadhoo Finolhu is where most tourists are taken for a picnic, which is why it’s more commonly referred to as Picnic Island.

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Years from now, this Maadhoo Finolhu will be developed into an island resort.

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While the island is surrounded by fine white sand, its center has lots of shrubs and tropical trees to shelter you from the intense heat of the sun.

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My view before and after an hour of good sleep while waiting for lunch.

On our third day, our party of thirteen rented a private speedboat that whisked us away to what they now refer to as Picnic Island. There, tourists are able to have grilled lunch under a canopy of palm trees, kite-surf by the coast, or spend the rest of the afternoon letting your body flow with each push and pull of the currents. Which is exactly what I did despite the sun’s warning signs of potentially scorching my skin. But with my low E.Q., it was impossible not to give in to nature’s invitation.

The sand was literally white as snow and the aquamarine water stretched for miles making the scene look like I was in the middle of a gigantic infinity pool. It felt like we were the only ones left in the world and right then and there I declared that those particular coordinates in the world map was better than anything I have seen back home. It didn’t have to take a luxurious resort and premium pampering for me to believe in the paradise that Maldives have been advertising all these years. It was all there to begin with.

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Temperatures can reach up to 40 degrees! But with this backdrop, the heat is just part of the experience. Negra mode on!

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Their fishes might be bigger, but they don’t grill ‘em half as good as the guides in Palawan. They don’t have ‘toyo’ either! Blasphemy!

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It’s impossible not to get emotionally hyped up in Maldives because it’s like one big infinity pool.

I have never spent so many hours adrift on a beach as much as I did on Maadhoo Finolhu. My complexion was baked in a shade of golden brown that I will never be ashamed of that by the time I went back home and my colleagues teased me for being well done, I couldn’t help but brag that I got it from sun bathing in fucking Maldives.

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There really is nothing much to do in Maldives but to relax.

We spent the first three nights at a newly opened guesthouse called Arena Lodge where we individually shelled out around $150 per room inclusive of full board meals and free internet. Not bad for a country notorious for breaking personal bank accounts (Good thing it was pay day when I returned home). The trick is to avoid the private resorts and instead opt to stay at a local island where a bottle of water does not cost more than $10 each and Wifi is paid per hour.

The food may be limited to undercooked fish, bland soup, pita bread and curry, eggs, and sausages, but there’s a convenient store down a few blocks with familiar junk food brands and instant noodles on the shelf. At least now, I know that I can return to Maldives without having to spend more than my month’s income.

 

Water world: From Manila to Maldives

The cabin erupted with gleeful cries as the plane prepared for its final approach. Passengers who were lucky enough to get window seats effortlessly stretched their necks to see the view thousands of feet below. Meanwhile, I rolled my eyes in envy because from where I was sitting, the only view I had were the bobbing heads of two noisy ladies who sat beside me and blocked the small plexiglass frame. It wasn’t until the aircraft tilted a few degrees on its side that my eyes widened in awe after getting a glimpse of what caused all the excitement.

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Maldives is an island nation comprised of 1,192 coral islands grouped in a double chain of 26 atolls, making it one of the world’s most dispersed countries.

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Atolls are ring-shaped coral reefs that encircle a lagoon. In Maldives, some of these atolls consists of islands and sand bars rising from the depths of the Indian Ocean.

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Hulhumalé is a reclaimed island located next to the International Airport and was created for housing and commercial development demands of Male.

We landed at Male International Airport half past noon and were instantly seared by the midday sun. Set on its own island, the airport is completely separated from the city capital whose high-rise buildings marqueed past our windows during the aircraft’s descent. Even though the airport interiors looked bland, once I found myself outside surrounded by an endless pool of aquamarine blue, happy expletives involuntarily escaped from my mouth. I have never said ‘putangina‘ with such a wide smile on my face.

For a moment, I forgot about how flamboyant people with invisible fairy wings like moi is considered illegal in this country for being… way too fabulous. But I was willing to put the flair in my fingers aside for five days in exchange of sun, sand, and sights of sexy European men in skimpy swim shorts.

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I was stunned to see the pristine waters outside Malé International Airport. A view worth the 8 hours of travel time!

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Since the airport is situated on a separate island, these water taxis will take you to the actual city of Male. Just be ready for a wet and bumpy ride!

When I read news about the Maldives slowly sinking into the Indian Ocean, I never imagined I could actually physically get there before the country’s expiration date. I had written it out of my bucket list because the place is just so fucking expensive for me. Even if it doesn’t go under the sea, I figured I still won’t be able to afford it in my lifetime. But there I was, standing on one of its 1,192 islands, sweat trickling down my face and building up under my armpits due to the insane heat, but ecstatic for the once in a lifetime experience. Just luck of the draw, I guess!

Pinto Art Museum

Finding it is quite a challenge. Our unfamiliarity with the highlands of Rizal and its narrow inner streets would’ve been frustrating if we were the ones in control of the vehicle. I have been on that side of the city before and relied on tricycle drivers to take us to our destination. Luckily, we had a ride this time and had Google Maps and my friend Leslie’s hawk eye for barely noticeable road signs to guide us to Silangan Gardens where my favorite museum is located.

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An hour’s drive, a free afternoon, and P150 is all it takes to get to the museum which houses the personal collection of Dr. Joven Cuanang

Flashes of its architecture kept playing in my head since the morning we left our meeting place in Ortigas. I have been egging my friends at work to check out this Santorini-inspired art space in Antipolo, mainly because I wanted to go back (for photo-op reasons) and because it’s one of the few places near Manila which I can confidently take any of my good friends for a grand time without having to bust out too much physical energy and is easy on the wallet as well.

I was more anxious to see how they would react to the place after my raving reviews. It’s like that feeling you get when you show people your secret hideout in hopes of getting their approval as if it’s only natural that the people you like would fancy the same things you do. Certainly, you can’t go wrong with an afternoon filled with art appreciation. Right?

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The museum used to be a storage warehouse for paintings until it was developed into an art gallery by designer Antonio Leano

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The structures were built around the natural landscape, sloping downhill, which sets it apart from all other museums in the metro.

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The centerpiece of what initially seemed to be a small chapel

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A guided tour of the compound is available at certain time schedules, recommended to those who prefer hearing the background of the artists and their work

Well-known as home to the art capital of the Philippines, specifically Angono where two of our country’s National Artists were born, Rizal houses several galleries that showcases the artistic talents of its people. Pinto Art Museum, however, is home to works of artists from all over the archipelago inside its stark white walls and lush gardens filling the one-hectare land.

People can spend hours exploring the galleries, taking countless breaks for photo-ops or just to hang around and relax. There’s always something new to see in every visit which you may have missed before.

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Created from wire and cast resin, there’s a bunch of similar sculptures by Stephanie Torres in the museum

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An iconic sculpture in Pinto which you wont miss as you make your way to the first hall. Photo by Verna Cola.

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From the bizarre, to the beautifully crafted.

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Behind me is one of the most photographed pieces in the entire museum. Photo by Anna Matillano.

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I have yet to find a personal favorite in the museum, but there’s definitely plenty to choose from.

Maybe next time I would go on a guided tour to learn more about the many exhibited paintings and sculptures, especially those that stood out for good and bad reasons.

See, I don’t get some contemporary art no matter how visually appealing or intriguing they may be. Despite not being an expert, I am too quick to judge a piece for being pretentious, letting out a slight groan and rolling my eyes to express my disinterest. “Masyadong pa-art” or “Maygad ang hipster“, I would add. Truth is hindi ko lang talaga ma-gets.

But there’s very few of that inside Pinto. Most are gorgeous and intricate. The ones people notice for being relatable and well-executed.

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Staring at the pieces from what I’d like to call the Erotica section because of an erect penis in one of the paintings. Photo by Verna Cola.

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As a whole, this is my favorite wing because of the paintings, the rocks, and the lighting.

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These rocks were originally part of the landscape. They were kept as part of the interior probably for aesthetic value and to maintain that natural look.

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In between the buildings, one would have to pass by gardens to get a breather. Photo by Verna Cola

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The recently opened New Wing of Pinto that houses Neo-Contemporary pieces and is also my favorite wing in the entire compound.

What I really like about the place is the museum itself. White-washed walls, big open spaces, wild gardens, huge boulders that may look like installations but are actually part of the original landscape, and an amazing view of the city to boot, that it’s no wonder many couples choose this as a location for their prenup shoots. Located not too far from Manila but enough to know that those who make the effort to go the distance are there for the right reasons and are rewarded justly.

If I had another relaxed afternoon to spare, and someone with a car to accompany me, I’m definitely coming back. I’d recommend it to anyone in need of a visual treat as well. Pinto Art Museum is damn worth every peso.

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