Two years ago, I visited Bicol not because I wanted to visit the famous Mayon Volcano, but because my husband will pay his respects to his late uncle, who passed away. Going to Bicol that year was nothing short of a vacation. It was more of sorting out confused feelings since at that time, my husband and I were in trying times. It was helpful, but not something that you can say you enjoyed your vacation.
Not last year.
We went to Bicol despite the fact that we only have 6k in our pockets. We booked a trip to Albay via Amihan Bus lines and went there on Tuesday, March 18. We arrived at 5am the following day.
Again, the gracious Auntie Beth and Uncle Ed were just too happy to take us in, not to mention giving us a hearty meal of the freshest fruits and fish. Our room had an overlooking view of Mayon, and you can see her splendor in the morning and grandest in high noon. By that time, the fog that surrounds Mayon was gone and the perfect cone that Mayon is proud of showed just the way you want it- perfect.
My hubby and I had liberty of going to the Cagsawa Ruins, where an old church was buried amidst the rocks and lava way back in the 1900s. The rocks are still there. Even the window openings of the church and dormitory stand still. I wonder if there are ghost stories that surrounds that place? Hmmm....
Our trip was not that spectacular, but the warmth of the people who welcomed us, the breeze that cooled our room and removed the need for even an electric fan, the meals that we had were just great!
I hope to see more of Bicol. My next stop would be Tiwi. And I really have to go back. I have to have those dried labahita I left with Aunt Fe at Oas. Hah!
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