Iloilo & Bacolod…

Iloilo and Bacolod side trips…

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel, until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow. ~Lin Yutang~

The first time I saw Iloilo. I was very observant with the way Ilonggos speak. As they were able to distinct themselves as the most soft spoken and sweetest people of the country.

True enough, the manner that they spoke is contagious, very courteous and very sweet. As sweet as the first food I’ve tried which we bought from the airport.

baye baye
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We stayed at Amigo Terrace hotel,

Friendly attendants..

Since it was December, the lobby was already embellished with a giant Christmas tree. Christmas balls are also seen in all corners signifying the season.

Happy Christmas! (–,)
Yey! I can rest now (from shopping! lol!)
Dainty foyer..

I like this hotel, specifically the comforters, the softest I’ve had.

Planta hotel
I love my comforters! I wish I can bring them home! ehehe!

The staff are very sweet (or maybe because I was in Iloilo), I must say Iloilo is very special.

Of course we need to know where to dine and satisfy our aching stomach. We ended up having chicken barbecues from “The Avenue” . It was jam-packed when we visit and we had to wait for our seats. While waiting, I bought myself a nice teal bag. =)

Their chicken barbecue is different from ours. It has a unique flavor. I have discovered, during all my travel, each and every stop, each province in the Philippines prided a specific menu of their own. Iloilo has several.

We were brought to the “Original house of Biscocho”. We were also able to check out “Panaderia de Molo” with the barquillos, galletas, etc. And I guess each of us were carrying our own boxes of goodies. Hoarding time. ahaha! I also noticed with admiration, most houses I’ve passed by, were of Spanish architecture and were fairly preserved. We also passed by the Lizares mansion. And SM. ahaha.

Mall hopping!

It was also a short stay in Iloilo. We missed to hit Jaro. Though, early morning, we grabbed our complimentary Filipino/ American breakfast. I had tapa, garlic rice, fresh fruits and a cup of coffee with latte.

We packed and headed to the station to take a Supercat (a robust boat) headed to Bacolod. It is actually my first time to ride on a motor boat. It’s fast (I almost puked), not too small and not too big, and is very fast, we were only less than 50 passengers at that time. They’re laughing at me saying even a jet-setter could not take Supercat. It felt like the ocean is going to swallow us. I can see from the windows we were being occupied by the water at times. It actually horrified me. =( Thank God it didn’t take us long to reach Bacolod. whew!

I’m still drowsy walking, gliding my luggage and my feet at the same time. I guess I looked funny. I work my way up to avoid teetering. Until we settled in our hotel.

Facade of Planta hotel..
planta cofee
Dining hall..
Those centerpiece flowers are always fresh..

Planta Hotel named after the vast plantation of sugar cane (which Iloilo and Bacolod are famous for). We all landed on our beds. A quick shower is all it takes after that nap to be up and about and readied ourselves to stroll again.

We first visited a Souvenir shop. I got my ref magnet, a tradition I keep to every place new to me, a native tote and mascaras which happens to be Bacolod’s symbol. Due to this Festival that only Bacolod celebrates. It is very unique and colorful.

From Wikipedia:,_Bacolod_City,_Philippines.JPG

We went to some shops to buy goodies and while we’re on queue to pay, staff claimed that the former President’s daughter frequents the place without us asking.

We also had the freshest scallops and fresh-catch fish in tamarind soup from Pala-pala restaurant. It is located on 18th & Aguinaldo Streets.

pala pala

Please check them from:

baco 1
I can’t find my photo of the wood carvings chandelier of this place..
With my friend, Josie..

And scallops again by dinner this time from Aboy’s.

Took advantage of scallops. We had it for lunch, and now we had them for dinner too! ahaha!

We’ve been wanting to see more of Bacolod, but we can’t afford to stay longer, I dire to go home and afraid to be away from home during the holidays. Christmas time is waiting for me back home.

My boss would always require hotel accommodations that comes with complimentary breakfasts. This time, I had an all American breakfast. =)

Josie in the pic discussing “To dos” for the day..

Nevertheless, it was such a pleasure to see Ilo and Baco. As they use to call it, short for Iloilo and Bacolod respectively.

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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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