a lot of people probably hold the idea that bohol is all about white sand beaches and modern, quality resorts growing like mushrooms. in panglao, that may be the case.
but the rest of the island is still very provincial, in a sense that it pretty much consists of sleepy old towns and majority of the locals’ source of livelihood is from agriculture. you know, like rice, corn, coconuts, and stuff like that. i remember, on one of my summer visits there, i voluntarily spent a whole afternoon just threshing corn. manually, by hand. blisters and callus aside, it was fun.
what i didn’t get to do, but still kind of always wanna, is to plant rice. and ride on the back of a water buffalo. someday.
but don’t you just love how idyllic the scenery is? it’s like being transported to a place where the hands of the clock have arthritis and the bones in your body age so fast you find yourself moving just as slow too.
or maybe it’s just me?