Last December 29, Chu, Jefrey, Ruth and I met at the bus station to ride a bus to Dipolog, because we were headed to Dakak, one of the more popular beach resorts in the Philippines.
We had breakfast at one of the carinderias before getting into an air conditioned bus, where I discovered that my cellphone was missing.
I asked Chu to try calling me to be sure, but when he couldn’t reach me, I knew then that it was time to let go. My cellphone was fully charged that morning. It couldn’t have died unless someone killed it on purpose.
The three of them were amazed because I did not even seem affected by what happened. “You’re the happiest person who ever lost a cellphone that I know!” Jefrey said.
I told them that a fortune teller had told me I would lose something of value, and I had wished it wouldn’t be my camera. Since I already expected it to happen, I was able to fast track through the stages of loss to acceptance.
A one-way bus ride took around 8 hours, but I guess it was worth it for the beauty of Dakak.
It was a small beach, about half of Puerto Galera, but inside there were also a couple of swimming pools, a Jacuzzi, a pond, and lots of beautiful landscaping.
I wish we could’ve stayed longer, but we didn’t have the time. I wouldn’t recommend their indoor restaurant though. They served questionable food – the Dakak chicken barbeque turned out to be fried, without even any barbeque sauce. And the baked oysters did not taste like your average fresh oysters at all.
The lunch we had at a SuTuKil place the next day tasted way better. Sutukil is a shortcut for Sugba (grilled), Tula (soup) and Kilaw (raw with vinegar), a popular Bisaya combo.
It was still a great place to visit, though.