I believe everyone should see Cebu City in the old-fashioned way — on foot.
I have a boss a true-blue Cebuano. Finds it hard to communicate in Tagalog tongue. When he does, it’s like he has difficulty breathing. And I believe him when he says “all of Cebu City is just a walk away.”
“Walking cleanses you.” The old man is a genius.
And a Gemini too.
You can start the epic walk from any point — say — the Plaza Independencia! And git go early! Each moment is a day.
You’ll never miss a thing in walking. Like, the zebra dove atop the domed tower?
Or the Guardia Civil at the Fuerza de San Pedro — clinging to his piece.
The last time I have been here I rove the city alone. I like it all by myself.
Nothing but absolute liberty.
This time, I have two dolls in tow. Both are taxi-independent. Both hal-habal-terrified.
At least now I have someone to tell me when to stop.
They say walking is the most ancient exercise.
As ancient as the Basilica Del Santo Nino perhaps?
Cebu City package tour = $60/head. (scoff) Believe me when I say: don’t let people drive you crazy when you know everything here is hair-breadth’s away from each other. Walking distance, Bai!
I used to avoid asking for directions. Maybe because of the anomalous look in every stranger’s eyes. But that was a long time ago. When I was just a simple sprout!
Today, I have just rattled a bunch of Cebuanas by simply inquiring for the nearest cafe
From downtown to uptown.
To march all the way up here is like Christ doing the Golgota.
Well this is embarrasing but the “Golgota” is no picnic. We took a cab up here, to be honest.
Wrapping up the day’s swing here at the Museo Sugbu. A prison-turned-museum and home to the original talked about Dancing Inmates.
Just a thought: don’t lose your love for walking.