So about an eternity ago (in early April), I ran away from my problems (I had just finished a 10-week period of working nonstop. Stress had wreaked havoc and I needed a vacation bad.) and flew out on a 2 week trip to Hong Kong and the Philippines. After a 14 hour flight direct from Chicago to Hong Kong, I spent maybe 8 waking hours in the city (ate at a Michelin rated restaurant!) before heading back to the airport and boarding a 1:00 am flight bound for Cebu City.
Flash forward 3 hours later – we landed, made our way through the airport, and followed some other tourists to take a taxi from the airport. This sounds straight forward enough. However, Alex had been reading a little bit too much about the dangers of riding a taxi in the Philippines. While in the car on our way to the city center, he proceeds to whip out his phone and fake a phone call to a “friend” in the city telling him/her that we will meet in half an hour. To further prevent the taxi driver from bringing us to the middle of nowhere and murdering us, he tells the driver to drop us off at a landmark building across the street from the B&B.
Next thing you know, we ended us being dropped off a couple blocks away from the landmark even further from the B&B. There we are in a foreign country standing in the middle of the street with suitcases at 5 am at the height of summer in Cebu while random people in motorcycles kept whizzing by. However, thanks to Google Maps and my super awesome map reading skills, we slowly made our way closer to our destination.
But alas! We wandered up and down the street for another hour looking for building number 94, but it was not where it was supposed to be. We started walking around asking random people we found until finally, a nice security guard at a 24 hour convenience store got into a taxi with us to help us look. A minute later, just 2 block further up than where we had walked stood the B&B. We immediately, paid the taxi driver, checked in, took our showers, and fell asleep.