Kenyama Beach Resort, Guimaras
This year’s Independence Day brought me back to the place where I earned my degree in Computer Science. The holiday fell on a Tuesday so naturally one just has to file a leave on the Monday and call it a looong weekend. As for my ticket, booking it was semi-accidental. I was just playing around with Cebu Pacific Air’s Travel Funds when boom! History.
Guimaras Island is a just a 15-minute ride from Iloilo. Fare from Ortiz to Jordan is only 14 pesos. Yes, you heard it right.
From the port is about an hour of land travel to Guisi, where the resort is located. The engine overheated so we managed to take this shot while the driver was fetching water. We had the ride exclusively to ourselves, by the way.
Kenyama is built on the side of a mountain. Welcoming you is a terrace overlooking the beach. It’s a wonderful sight.
And here’s what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t you think those blues are simply lovable?
The reception area is where the dining tables are. It also has a pool table, which we, despite one of our girls being a bilyaran tambay, didn’t exploit.
Our room (which has an inner room) originally costs 3,500 pesos with a capacity of 9 persons. Since there were 12 of us, an additional 300 pesos was rendered, plus 360 for corkage. The room works best for a big group; not air-conditioned but has its own bathroom.
Just outside the room is this. I will speak no more.
Your friendly neighborhood Spidey also happens to be around. Naturally, he goes berserk all of a sudden from time to time. I was once attacked by a monkey and all I can say is that they’re really strong. Born to be wild, that is!
That instant, I decided to buy the entire island. I just couldn’t let the opportunity slip away. Hi’m the king of
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Going down to the beach, I noticed that most of the guests around were Japanese. That’s when I realized and knew that the owner is Japanese. The name of the resort itself is one. “Kenyama” could translate as “Ken Mountain.” From that point, my tongue was itching to talk to at least one of them in Nihongo. Too bad, I really didn’t have the chance.
To the left of the horizon is this contour. Braving it was just the prefect thing to do before officially hitting the waters.
That white building is the resort. I’m not sure if during this time the tide’s going high or low. The experience was already too overwhelming that such detail didn’t seem to matter anymore.
One more stretch! Oops!
When we reached the point of no return, I mean, the point where we can no longer go beyond, we just rested and made the most of the picture-taking. Here’s a classic no-smile family picture. Wait, I think one is smiling. Traitor! Doing a jump shot here would be nice, but dangerously challenging. Directly above this spot are lighthouses we failed to visit.
They say the sand is not as white as other beaches like Boracay. I couldn’t tell the difference at all. Let’s just say that as long as it’s not grey, then it’s already white. For me.
Finally, it was time to splash some seawater. To the right of the horizon are rocks which are good for diving. However, as much as I would love to dive, I don’t know how to do the stunt. (None of us does, actually.) Presenting the seven brave souls!
Before calling it a day, we had these lovely shots in front of the setting sun. Thinking about it now, it would’ve been cooler if we were jumping into the water. But for every unappealing shot, a retake would require tremendous effort.
Dinner was catered by the local store nearest the resort because we didn’t have the budget for the food available inside. Since it was already a bit late and our stomachs were already grumbling wildly, we were left with corned beef, sardines, eggs, and fish alone. When the food arrived, it just showed how fine of a dining it was. Two and a half kilograms of rice was nothing! Over drinks, I became the laughing stock (even in Twitter!) when I posted about the local name of the fish as “tabaghak” instead of “tabagak.” The resort has Wi-Fi.
After breakfast we immediately had our arses on board for the island hopping. Unfortunately, the guides claimed that the waves weren’t friendly so we can’t go and visit some caves. We only stopped on two islands that it turned out more like an island sightseeing instead. The views were wonderful, nonetheless.
During our first stop we witnessed extravagant sequels of infamous action-packed movies. Feel free to think of the title that first comes to mind.
Splurging ourselves in the crystal waters of the island. Those different shades of blue look very enticing if you ask me.
Since we no longer had a particular destination after a U-turn, we asked for a stopover in the middle of the ocean. There were life vests, but those who were incapable of kicking the water from below still didn’t take a dip. When I tried to reach the bottom I felt my ear exploding. My classmate succeeded.
We went for a few more rounds of cliff jumping under the bright sun. The clear sky made the view even more admirable. I reached this spot by swimming all the way behind a bigger rock on the left. Man, was that tiring (and risky). My feet must’ve been very tired from treading that I found it hard to stand on the rock beneath the visible one above; sustained my fourth and biggest cut, on the left foot this time.
To the right is a way higher rock with stairs leading to its stop. It can’t be reached by foot so one really has to swim to it. Only three of us dared to jump off it. Of course, one surveyed the depth of the water below it first, else we could’ve ended up committing suicide. “Cowabunga!”
It’s quite strange how there were no lookouts for people like us who would do such feat. Perhaps ’cause the resort’s still new? It’s both bad and good, and people should just be responsible enough for their own actions. If you’re curious about our itinenarny (yes, I like it that way), well, it was just a few pesos over 800 per head. Feel free to ask if the Excel sheet’s puzzling. Credits to Glo, Lairy, Marianne, and Peace for the pictures!
Prior to our trip the weather was all gloomy. I couldn’t be more thankful that it eventually turned out sunny. This post proves how much I had fun. I have never blogged about traveling before. Travel while young! (I know, the line’s overused.)
Website: Kenyama Beach Resort
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