Published: April 8th 2012April 8th 2012
aboard the ferry
smile, . .we are on our way to Ormoc
I was planning to write an updated blog about our summer motorcycle trip. I had planned it in my head to give a constant update about our travels, our stops, and place in images on the blog, whenever we stay at a hotel to rest the night. But that did not happen because that motorcycle trip would tire us and once we get to the hotel, there’s not much energy left to write and upload pictures. We’d be on the road for hours and hours nonstop while Ivan would drive and I would be at the back of the motorcycle, holding the digital camera I borrowed from my mom, taking pictures of something interesting along the way. The moment we’d get to an inn, we’d throw off our bags, rest for a few minutes, take a shower, and sleep the night off. The next day, we would drive off early in the morning to get to the next town, which I may add, was not as near as a mere 1-hour drive. That’s mostly what happened in our motorcycle trip.
I can’t remember how we started planning for this kind of adventure (I have a poor memory) but I am
sunrise at Ormoc Pier
I was bored (and furious) waiting for the time that our Sushi would finally get off the ferry so I just played with my camera.
pretty sure it was all Ivan’s idea because he is fond of reading stories about travelling on a motorcycle. Riding on a motorbike to a strange place is nothing new to us, and neither is riding for hours with only short stops. It’s just that, this trip is bigger than the one we had last time. The most intense ride we’ve done so far (before Luzon) was to loop around Negros Island. I admit that if Ivan requested me to write about it now, I couldn’t start off easily because I would find it hard to recall the specific when’s and where’s of that particular travel. We conquered that trip safely and successfully, twice and then decided to take on a much bigger travel – to Luzon.
Let me start by telling you that everything did not go smoothly. We had petty fights before the big day and as we fought, we’d tell each other that maybe it was a stupid thing to plan such a big trip and blah, blah, blah. But, in the end, we made up, just like the usual, and forget about everything and carry on. And the day finally came for us to pursue
setting up Sushi
Finally, our Sushi got out and we set up our bags, geared up so we can head to the next town.
We had everything ready and I would say we brought in a lot of stuff that it was obvious that more weight had been added to the motorcycle or also known as Sushi. We had a set of saddle bags, one motorcycle box, and a backpack for my laptop and the raincoats. All set and we’re good to go, we left Ivan’s place in the evening and drove our way to the pier to buy the tickets. Once we got the ferry tickets, we headed to the nearest mall to buy some snacks to take with us. It took me time to pay off what I had bought and it’s not surprising because it’s either the cashiers’ deliver a rather slow performance or their systems would mess up. Anyway, I bought all the stuff and Ivan picked me up from the exit and drove back to the pier. Just as we neared the pier entrance, it rained down on us so heavily and we got so wet upon entering the ferry. Fortunately, the packed clothes did not get wet because I wrapped them in plastic before putting them in the bag. The same thing goes for my
laptop. We waited about an hour in the boat, put on some dry clothes and hung the wet ones to dry. The ferry left at 10 p.m. And it was goodbye Cebu.
The next day, March 21, 2012, we arrived at Ormoc Pier at around 4:30 a.m. but unfortunately, we could not get out because Sushi was parked way behind a group of really huge cargo trucks. I was upset at that time because I thought to myself, if we could have left the pier earlier, we would get to the next town at an earlier time, but no, the crew had to place our motorcycle at the far end of the cargo. There is nothing that we could have done at that point because the ferry cannot position the inclined plane well enough unless the tide comes in. They need to, at least, position the plane properly so the huge trucks can get out without getting their rear end stuck. So we went back inside the ferry, rested on the cot and waited, and waited until 7 a.m. We started to hear the engines running and went outside to check it out. The trucks had been moved out
one by one and finally, our Sushi. We got our stuff, put them on the motorcycle, geared up, and took photos of the pier.