The Mindanao Adventure was three months in the making.
The original plan was only for Siargao for a good weekend of surfing. But the island’s Lilliputian airport meant smaller planes, and therefore more expensive plane tickets, so being the cheapskate that I am I looked at larger cities close by for cheaper tickets. After reading countless blogs, I calculated that our best bet was to land at Davao, then use the savings to make a side trip while making our way north on land towards Siargao. We would only be taking the Siargao plane going home.
After countless emails (I have yet to discover the wonders of Facebook’s Groups for organizing socials online – or Facebook, for that matter – or the more intimate social networking groups like Path and Shizzlr) between myself and friends, resort owners, vans for rent, provincial tourist offices, and complete strangers online from whom I cajoled travel info from, I finally figured out a fairly straightforward travel route. The stakes were high because one bad misstep would mean us being stuck in the middle of nowhere (meaning, small town relying on its sole karaoke machine for its pulsating nightlife) for an entire day. Every mile, every minute was accounted for.
And what glorious miles and minutes were spent that one awesome weekend.
Forget the fact that we were flying in to Davao at 9 pm, the fact that we would travel through Mindanao highways in the dead of the night, the fact that we didn’t know our van driver from Freddie Kruger, the fact that none of us had ever been on the route I had planned, the fact that the crucial boat ride from an obscure port going to Siargao was possibly non-existent… you get the drift. I did promise my friends we would have a memorable trip, and I humbly believe, in all honesty, that this one belongs in the record books.