There are mountains to trek, waterfalls to see, dive sites to explore, and a breezy tree-lined boulevard that’s perfect for after-school siesta–that is, if you’re one of the many students who call this university town home.
One word that can accurately describe Dumaguete for everyone else though is convenient. Everything is within easy reach (and understandably so), and at the city center, there are quaint cafes, to-die-for pastries, and a generally laidback vibe despite the crowd of buses, tricycles, motorcycles, and sugar cane trucks that ply its maze of streets. Dumaguete happens to be the jump-off point to Apo Island where we were set to dive, and so from Bacolod in the north, we went through a six-hour transit along sugar cane plains, sugar cane hills, and, well, sugar cane valleys until we reached Dumaguete right before nighttime. Nature sure knows how to comfort the weary though, because we had this sky on fire bid us good night.