Scott B.
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I hope I can do this justice.
You need to be brave to leave the protected bubble you've lived in, and travel, to a different time and place.
Where there's family, actually families, like a village, always someone to help or to play with. Nieces, uncles, aunties, brothers, wives, husbands and sons. Have I forgetten anyone? Oh yes the dogs that are our door bell, security at home, and our guides and escorts into town.
You might hear a pretty call center worker in smooth and gentle English, help clients in America with their medications. Maybe schools online today, because tremors mean the buildings must be tested, so kids are dressed for school at their computers, until things are made safe again.
It's a hostel, for locals and true adventurers, for bikers, and the budget conscious. Hell, there's a bike workshop there, and e-bikes, mtbs, fat tyre bikes, road bikes, even bamboo bikes. And someone that can fix them all, and ride like the wind. Laundry, little clothes mending, many meals a-cookin. Drinks on the patio, smoke there if you want; "...but please not in the huts, they are made of wood and we'd like to keep them".
An adventurous soul, came half way round the world by bike, and made this place, Bugoy Bikers Hostel. Be surrounded by love, life and the "Pilipino" way?
Oh and there's a nice bamboo shower.