Bol-anon

I still remember those days when the more practical means of travel to and from Bohol is by boat. Plane fares then were way above the normal Boholano's budget. We learned to accept and enjoy the many hours of travel time on those MV whatever. Then the MVs became Super something. Until someone thought "it is time every Juan flies". Now, with the leading airlines all dropping their prices, plane fares seem to be almost as cheap as boat fares, maybe even cheaper. All of sudden, going home is no longer a yearly thing for us. All of a sudden, Bohol is no longer that far. Here is a lovely sunset photo on board one of those planes.

This is like going home to me. I have been in Metro Manila for quite some time and my little family now consider our rented place in Quezon City our home. Still, there is always excitement in our hearts when we get the chance to go "home" to Bohol. This blog is in celebration of that joy and excitement. Here is a photo of the tower in Loboc which towers over a flea market, fronts the old church, and is viewable from the floating restaurants of the famed Loboc river cruise.