Dumaguete City And Valencia, Negros Oriental: It’s Always Good To Keep Coming Back

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The City of Dumaguete has its own unique way of charming me. It’s vibrant yet laid-back air makes me want to come here often. And even though Sans Rival Bistro has invaded Cebu, it’s still a different feeling when you dine to the exact place where it all started. The city is a beautiful concoction of urban and rural living. In the morning, the city is silently busy as locals go to work, students go to school or for some, run some errands. The silence slowly dissipates at noon as more and more tricycles (with the place being called the tricycle capital of the Philippines) invade the area bringing with them both locals and tourists. Later in the evening, the center of Dumaguete’s attraction is at the Rizal Boulevard as almost half of the city’s population dine on the lined- up restos, eat balut and tempura at the boulevard or converse and relax while sitting down at the sea wall. This is what a typical day in Dumaguete looks like.

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Friendly Iloilo

I’ve had doubts in pushing through with this trip. But since I am writing about it now, I’ve decided to take a go. This was supposed to be our pre anniversary vacation, we booked it November of last year with Cebu Pacific’s piso fare but since my ex and I broke up before the trip, the possibility of this trip pushing through was quite a haze. Yet, we managed. ¬†We were civil enough to be friends the entire trip.

Day 1.

We took the Cebu Pacific flight from Cebu at 11:40 am and reached Iloilo International Airport by 12:20 pm. Their airport is a bit far from downtown Iloilo. For commuters like us, we rode a van for hire located at the front of the airport. This van would take us to SM City Iloilo. Fare is 50php and travel time is 30 minutes. From there, one could ride a jeepney to reach downtown Iloilo. We passed by Jaro Cathedral en route to Sm City Iloilo. Old churches and buildings are a common attraction in Iloilo.

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