Apo Island, A diver’s paradise.
Two years ago, a bunch of us decided to go out of the city and do some sightseeing. First, we were only supposed to go to Dumaguete and stay at a friend’s farm… but that seemed too boring and we were aching to see something new. That was when Apo Island was suggested. None of us has ever been there so we all agreed to go on to a little adventure.

We still stayed over at a friends’ farm. Before you go on thinking that we were frolicking among chickens and cows. Let me get it straight that we were at a cock farm (shame on those who had naughty pictures in their heads!).
Cock-fighting, a brutal “sport”, is a favorite “sport” in most provincial areas of the Philippines (which is about 70%). Derby/ies (it’s like the Olympic equivalent for cock fighting) are held from time to time and big money could be won. Sometimes in the tune of P10 Millon. But raising fighting cocks doesn’t necessarily equate to big money… it’s more of the prestige of raising champion fighting cocks. And that was what the farm was all about.
So there we were, in Dumaguete, about 4 hours drive and 45 minute ferry ride from Cebu… and we had this whole plan of going about town and drinking to our hearts’ content but instead, we ended up staying at the farm and hanging out with each other. Which, in my opinion, is much more fun. The highlight of the day was the wonderful and yummy silvanas we bought locally. I never tasted something so yummy!
We woke up quite early the next day and headed for Zamboanguita. It’s about an hour drive from Dumaguete and there we were supposed to ride on a boat from the fishing village of Malapatay. I’m used to big pump boats from Cebu so imagine my surprise when we boarded a tiny fishing boat that’s supposed to carry all 6 of us excluding one boat man to the tiny volcanic island. One of us even had to stay at the front end because we lacked space.
But all is well. We made it to the island in one piece and to be honest, my first impression of a supposedly beautiful island wasn’t a nice one. I was mentally complaining that I didn’t think I’d have fun in a place that looked like that. It didn’t have a white sandy beach, instead it had these huge course broken corals from the sea… the ones that turn into sand. Maybe in a century or so, it’ll have a very beautiful sandy beach front. But not when we were there.
We then proceeded to Liberty’s Lodge. One of two (I repeat, TWO) resorts in the island… settled in and surveyed our surroundings. Our room was actually quite nice. It had a spectacular view of the sea. And best of all, we all fit comfortably! The first thing the boys did was to order a couple bottles of beer while talking over what to do next.
Two in our group were certified divers but one is pregnant. As for me and the rest… well, we’ve never tried. My husband wasn’t really in THAT an adventerous a mood so I backed out since I was the only one interested in learning. That leaves snorkeling. We all (minus the pregnant woman, of course) went out and snorkelled. I was so amazed on how many things we were able to see. And our highlight was a sea turtle! Our guide told us that we were so lucky because it was indeed a very rare sight.
We then proceeded to one of the many marine sanctuaries on the island. There we saw a school of jack fish, beautiful fan corals, other corals that are really very beautiful and colorful. It was so wonderful to see how the marine life in this little island is thriving.
We snorkelled the afternoon away and was understandable that by the time we went up to our room, we were very, very hungry. We made arrangements with the hotel that we’d get a package deal: the room + board. So they cooked for all six of us. It felt and tasted like home-cooked meals. Which was so comforting.
It was during meal time that we got to interview the people who lived there. We found out that the island is protected by numerous local laws. One being is only a person local to the island could own property and do business there. There’s also restrictions in fishing… they’re only allowed to fish a number of meters away from the island. Some species of ocean creatures are protected from being fished and no commercial fishing is allowed in the area.
Isn’t it wonderful that na island as small as Apo can be so aware of what they have and their responsibility to protect it? I remember why I haven’t given up hope on my fellow Filipinos. They’re out there, a great handful fighting to protect the oceans that feed us all.
Now, I’m thankful he did. We got rid of one car and is now using his beloved Benz. He hasn’t converted to using biofuel but it takes an aching wallet to spur us into action.



