Noticeably clean San Jose port
More than a year ago, the Cheese and I had our first solo travel together in the farthest south that we've both ever been: Butuan. We were supposed to go to Siargao but due to uncontrollable events and mishaps we weren't able to take that ferry to Siargao so we ended up in Dinagat Islands instead (children look it up in the map).
Well, I won't consider our short stay in San Jose as one of the best times of my life. In fact, it was a bit scary to say the least. But looking back now, it wasn't so bad after all. It still scares me everytime I think about the town's interesting history but I'm glad nothing bad ever happened to us in our short stay there.
There's still so much more to explore around the islands but too bad it requires a lot of moolahs to be able to afford that. Someday, I will make a new memory of Dinagat Islands.
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