Caramoan Journey for the Second Time: Arriving at Lahuy

HS and I agreed that we will not be going back to the same exotic places we visited or explored. Our reason, time may not be enough to explore other places. But going back to Caramoan was inevitable. The first time we got there in 2012, we ran out of time. Either some islands were banned to public or we just simply got tired. In the first week of June 2014, HS, HP and I returned to Caramoan. It was a homecoming treat of 7 of the family members from HS's side (his sister, 2 brothers, 1 niece and 2 nephews).There were 23 in the group. Getting back this time was via land travel renting 2 big vans from Manila direct to San Jose, Camarines Sur. The gruelling 12 hour journey gave us weary legs, sore butts and sleep deprived eyes. But when we saw the Sabang Port everyone sighed with relief. The travel started at 6pm and we were in Sabang Port at 630am. The 2-hour boat ride from Sabang to Guijalo was the bumpiest I had since 2012 (in Dasol, Pangasinan). We braved through the Habagat waves that I literally brought down one life vest from the rack. I can't swim. Fare is the same (Php120 per pax, Php60 for 6 to 12 years old and free for 5years old below). Boat was MB Harry. Additional Php10 per pax for using their makeshift ramp bringing passengers from the shore to the boat.
When we arrived at Guijalo 2 hours later, we were fetched by a van and tricycle and were brought the public market to get some provisions. Then we were brought to Paniman Port for another 40 minute boat ride.

our stuff were loaded on top, some rode the tricycle

at the Paniman Port

We were booked to stay at Hacienda Lahuy Island Resort . The exhaustion was rewarded by a refreshing sight of the island (which is actually the largest of the group of islands). It was so quiet and we were the only guests.

 

There were 4 kubo huts with fan, 4 rooms but HS and HW opted to stay in a tent for the ultimate island experience. HP stayed in one of the rooms with his cousin. I can say, it was a dream come true sleeping in a tent on remote island. It was so quiet and with only the gentle waves, chirping birds and leaves swayed by the gentle breeze. IT WAS BLISSFUL!

beach front...that's HP

the nipa huts

That's our tent