Ride from Moalboal to Dalaguete via Mantalongon
Look at a map, look at Google earth, ask the locals, and every source will give you a different way to get from Moalboal to Dalaguete. I wanted to do something different from the rat race, canned tourists, in the V hires, i wanted to ride across the Cebu mountains. So we asked some locals, and set out on a route, on Google and on a Philippines map there is a turn in Badian, that takes you across the mountains, easy i thought! We rode to the bustling town of Badian, and turned onto the National Highway, signed Badian, Dalaguete. After 45mins fo riding up up up, the road turned from asphalt to tarmac, to rubble to track. This was no way the national high way. We asked someone if it was the right way, and he laughed and said no, u need to go back to Badian and then turn onto the High way at Antique. So down down down we went i turned the engine off the bike and free wheeled, for 30mins, Eco friendly me oi !
! We said hi to all the people we have seen on the way up and laughing down to Badian we went. We then rode to Antique. We turned onto the Dalaguete road and started going up again, the poor 125cc lacking the power to make any speed, 1st n 2nd gear only for at least an hour. The road turned from asphalt to tarmac, then to hardcore.....Onwards we went asking people along the way if we were going the right way. The going was tough, tough for the little over laden 125cc XRM, tough on me, and tough on my gf. Some parts the little bike just couldn't make on its own with my gf on the back she had to get off and walk, rocks higher than the ground clearance of the bike, even though it’s been raised. It was almost a nightmare journey, but strangely I loved every minute of it. We didn’t see anyone for about 20mins, and then happened upon a little town, in the middle of nowhere, fields of Cabbage and Baguio leaf all around. It was truly a wonderful view. We then started seeing habal habal riders coming up the mountain towards us and my gf commented that we must be close to somewhere as they had fresh fish and eggs.. Needless to say, we eventually reached Mantalongon. Mantalongon is a very busy little hub in the mountains, a place that didn’t normally see a foreign guy riding an XRM with lots of bags and gf on the back. I caused somewhat of a scene as we took a few minutes rest, generating interest from the locals, with calls of 'Hey Joe’ and asking my gf where we had been and come from, even the Habal Habal riders gave us a sign of respect for doing wt we had done on the little XRM, which is relatively un modified in comparison to their bikes. We then rode down the mountain towards the goal, a ht shower, and comfortable bed which was the Blue Pot Family Resort.