
Posted by: CorianderI witnessed Bohol’s city lights wane into the dark horizon after twinkling goodbye to me. The frothy ripples drawn by the ferryboat we were riding seemed to murmur a song of serene warmth . The ferry seemed just as excited going home as it had been going to Bohol. A sun-drenched Monday morning welcomed us to Panglao. When I first dipped my toes into the inviting waters of the...