The whole ride from Tagbilaran City to Chocolate Hills took about a couple of hours, and I slept through the latter part of it. Our side trips to a random tarsier “sanctuary” and the Blood Compact Site at Barangay Bool left me exhausted, and I still haven’t recovered from the previous day’s activities in Danao, not to mention some urgent work-related issues bugging me all the way to Bohol.
I woke up a few minutes before we got to the tourism-dedicated hill, and the familiar sight of low, green hills – these awesome karst formations – greeted me as we raced from the main road to the viewing site.
No first-time visit to Bohol would be complete without making a stop at these famous Chocolate Hills, a huge collection of conical formations (more 1,700 of them) scattered within a fifty square kilometer area. They look easy enough to climb, but for visitors such as myself, there’s at least one hill assigned for tourism purposes, complete with a road up the hill and areas for sight-seeing and photography.
Every Filipino student hears about the Chocolate Hills in grade school, and I remember myself as a kid asking how the unusual formation came about. I never got the answer to that, so I guessed it was a chance for me to write an alamat (myth) about the hills actually being giant green boobies slapped on the ground. (Then I thought it would be a waste of time.)
While I regard my experience at the Chocolate Hills an important trip in appreciating the beauty of Philippine nature, it was a bit underwhelming. I mean, I’ve always wanted to see how the “wonder” looks like in real-life, and when I got there, it was exactly as it as on the pictures: mounds of green (or brown) on a large stretch of land. I couldn’t touch them nor walk over them – and with that inability I realized what I was missing: my inner kid’s imagination called for action, not just the sight of these hills. I wanted to run across the damned hills, and that would have been the bomb!
I obviously didn’t get to do what I wanted to do, but we had our photos taken with the hills on the background and I think it was fun enough to be doing just that.
And I’m pretty sure Jen had fun as well, and here’s a picture of her smiling about the Chocolate Hills side trip. (Not!)
I couldn’t touch them nor walk over them – and with that inability I realized what I was missing: my inner kid’s imagination called for action, not just the sight of these hills. I wanted to run across the damned hills, and that would have been the bomb!