Saturday, September 3, 2011

Peppy in Samal Island's Pearl Farm

Life  comes  in  mighty  tough and  treacherous these days. The pressures of the daily grind are sometimes too much that it gets damn crazy. Damn, damn crazy. 

Good thing there are nearby beach resorts here in my place where people, especially those who occasionally can’t find balance in their lives, can get peppy even for a while. Good thing, there’s Pearl Farm, probably one of the most popular worldwide and certainly the best among the resorts dotting Samal Island, where my friends—Juju, Jojo, Marisa, Letty, Baby—and I,  along  with our VIP guests from Bacolod City, spent a day of fun, excitement and relaxation.

It’s the first time for Bobby, Minnie, Jim and Mia, our Bacolod-based buddies, to come over to Davao so we wanted their visit to be truly memorable. However, fixing everyone’s conflicting schedules got in the way of the planned visit. But, in the end, we all agreed that the best date for everyone to be in Davao would be during the weeklong celebration of the Kadayawan Festival in August.

As hosts, we DavaeoƱos fetched (weeeee, excluding me!) our buddies from Bacolod and arranged an itinerary for them, which included a brief tour around Davao City’s prominent landmarks such as City Hall, Rizal Park, San Pedro Cathedral, People’s Park, Aldevinco, to name a few. But we saw to it that the highlight of the visit would be the escapade at Pearl Farm in Kaputian, Samal Island.

Shortly after lunch, we left the city and headed for the island for an overnight stay, arriving there following an almost 45-minute boat ride. After sipping our welcome drinks at the resort’s famous parola, we took out our cameras. Flashes sparked here and there. Afterwards, we headed to our respective rooms at the hilltop houses collectively known as Balay.

While the others indulged in idle talk or nibbled their comfort food, some of us hit the sack. I’ve been sleep deprived for days so I eagerly grabbed the chance to catch some snooze. Unfortunately, I overslept! It was almost dinner time when I woke up. The punishment for that was missing the happy hour (read: booze and videoke session) that the others enjoyed to the hilt at the resort’s bar.
I quickly jumped out of bed and looked for the gang, only to find all of them assembled at the resto by the beach. We ordered food and had supper together while listening to the house band playing some R&B, reggae, pop and other Latin beats. Exhilarated but exhausted from the day’s activities, we retired long before midnight struck.

Fully rested, I woke up early the following day and went around the resort, snapping at anything that fancied me. Soon, everyone was wide awake and joined me. Juju, Baby, Jojo, Mia and I then took a dip in the calm waters and had brunch by the beach. Everything seemed so sanguine, so serene, so surreal. It was one of the most hassle-free days I’ve experienced lately.

After our meal, we decided to explore Malipano island and its adjacent islets, which are about a few hundred meters away from Samal. The island, a five-minute speedboat ride from Pearl Farm, boasts of luxurious three-story villas inspired by ethnic designs, notably Samal and Maranao, with roofs resembling the native hat called salakot. It also has a sprawling golf course, crystal clear waters and several stretches of immaculate white sand.

Considered as the “luxury island” of Pearl Farm, Malipano is the perfect hideaway for those seeking complete privacy and seclusion. Everything, it seems, is picture perfect in that island. And if I were awash with cash, I’d stay there and live like a king, not just for a day but, say…a week perhaps? I wish!

You can easily forget everything when you’re in Malipano. There’s something about its ambiance that will strike your emotional chords, making you feel either peppy, dreary, nostalgic or romantic, depending on your mood. Good for me, I was peppy all the time we were in Pearl Farm. Perhaps it’s the company I’m with that made all the difference. Thus, to say that I was pleased to be in the famous resort—on my second coming—is like making the understatement of the year. :D