Hello there Steemians!
I hope someone's listening. I hope someone's caring to read.
Here I am, embarking on a journey to hopefully recover some lost passion. Passion to explore the world, one place at a time.
It's been a long time since I posted something that's related to travel. I know. Maybe because everything has become a transition in my life. Don't get me started on these transitions. Besides, I have been very busy with Steem Summit preparations. I guess have to prioritize things and make some adjustments. Together with these adjustments are some necessary sacrifices.
Here I am, writing while on transit to the mystical island of Siquijor. An island province located at the south of Cebu. An island that was dubbed as Isla de Fuego or Island of Fire. According to legends, it was called so because of the fireflies that enveloped the island when the night falls. That would be a majestic sight to behold. It might be true in the past, but I'm not sure if it still holds true today. I hope I can witness something of the same magnificence when I get there.
Back to that lost passion, I'm not sure if it's really a passion that was lost. Maybe I'm just preoccupied with a lot on my plate that I forgot to consider that I have drifted away. Literally, I'm drifting right now. Drifting somewhere on the middle of the sea.
I'm excited to tell stories. I'm excited to blurt out tales of this adventure. I hope I won't disappoint and I won't be disappointed.
The choice to go somewhere this Holy Week was decided a long time ago. I just don't know where exactly. I even filed a 3-day leave to maximize my vacation and well-needed rest. I got tired of everything. I suddenly felt uninspired, so I have to find a way to be alive again. But the planned trip was almost scrapped that I even cancelled my leave. It was a last minute decision to just go with the original plan, without any expectations. So here I am, both apprehensive and excited of what's going to unfold.
The Night Before and the Morning Earlier
We decided to meet at 9 PM because I still had to prepare everything after work. I arrived at Cebu South Bus Terminal with the expectation that a long line and a night is waiting for me. True enough, I was not mistaken. Holy Week is not really the best time to travel if you're allergic to the crowd.
The bus departed at the terminal at around 1:30 AM and arrived at Liloan Port at around 5:00 AM. We arrived in Dumaguete at around 5:30. Walking at the boulevard that early was another experience. It's refreshing and exhausting at the same time.
and 
. Strolling in the City of Gentle People, going to another port and another long line to endure.Along the way, I didn't miss a moment to snap a photo. Hoping that I could find something that would spark an interest.
A few minutes later, we arrived at Dumaguete Port where we have to continue with the long lines at the ticketing booth. We might have got a ticket earlier than expected, but our schedule is at 11:00 AM bound to Siquijor.
We are to wait another 3 hours at the departure area. We tried to have some sleep.
What Now?
The moment that we all waited has finally come.
Here I am, writing something while on board and intermittently snapping some photos when I find something interesting.
A few moments later, I drifted. Drifted to sleep as I was lulled by the motion of the boat...
Oh! We are now in the island. After 15 hours of falling in line and travel, we have now set foot on this island where its reputation is preceding itself. I hope I can find what was lost in me. That's if I really lost something in the first place. Anyway, I'll be updating; even if I was not entitled to do so.
Edit: This should have been uploaded yesterday afternoon, but there are some concerns with my internet connection.
Sometimes it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination. - Drake