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Here I am back in Rennes. More than a week has passed already since my last article published in the Philippines ... I left Dauin with regret. By promising to come back.
Return by bus
The return to Cebu City was easy. The yellow bus line Ceres connects the islands of Negros and Cebu, by borrowing a kind of barge-ferry for the crossing, where the two coasts are closest.
The path Dumaguete-Cebu City lasts about 4-5 hours. Price: 190 pesos for the bus + 60 pesos for the ferry.
During the 20-30 minutes of the crossing, I had another chat with a family of Filipinos, who of course asked me the same questions that I was asked everywhere on this trip: "... I'm not going to be able to say that I'm a Filipino. What's your name ? Where do you come from ? How old are you ? How long are you in the Philippines ? Are you married ? Do you have children ? Are you traveling alone ? » etc. etc.
Drummed conversation with a little Eva. His dad is American, his Filipino mom. The girl, as tall as three apples, made the translation for her cousin, a teenager a little shy who dared not speak to me, to the English more hesitant.
Cebu City is a big city, not very beautiful, which I saw only a few streets and malls, these famous malls found everywhere in Asia, often occupying several floors of a building. A lot of concrete, jeepneys, motorcycles, a lot of bustle. Floppies of begging children too, at the foot of hotels and mallsrushing on the tourists, or prostrate, in rags, on dirty cartons on the floor.
Having avoided large urban areas until now, I had not yet been confronted with the raw spectacle of misery. Feeling helpless. Cebu passersby and mall customers pretend not to see these street kids. The vigilantes chase them away. And me, with my indecent buying power, I slap nearly 3,000 pesos for my room that night at the Midtown Hotel.
Ideally located in the center, but purely functional. Not much charm, breathtaking views of the concrete and the bay of Cebu, indifferent welcome.
On the shopping side, I was a little disappointed. The malls from here are not worth those of Bangkok or Kuala Lumpur. But I had the great pleasure, before my departure, to see again Marika and Shareef, also passing through Cebu City. We had exchanged our phone numbers to Siquijor to be able to send SMS. In the meantime, they spent a few days in Cabilao Island, which they enjoyed moderately "posh" to their taste. And then it was not super nice either ...
So we take a last pot together, not far from my hotel, Monday, early afternoon. My luggage is done, I booked a taxi to take me to the airport. We are happy to meet again, to tell us our last travel anecdotes.
They are here to visit the dive shops and try to find a new suit for Shareef, but have not found anything very interesting for the moment. The prices are identical to the European prices, the choice is not huge. Decidedly, Cebu is not the ideal place for shopping!