Our flight to Bohol left an hour late. The island only has one airport and that airport only has one runway. It’s such a small airport that if you’re flying there and there’s already a plane there, you have to circle around until that plane leaves. But everybody was excited to tell us that they’re petitioning to build an international airport there, which would mean you wouldn’t need to fly through Manila to get there. I really hope it happens, because this is where I want to retire.
I’m used to picking up my luggage from a baggage carousel where your luggage pops out of the nether and appears on the belt–the journey of which no one will ever know. The Bohol airport was different. You see them pull your luggage off the plane, drive it 30 feet to the carousel and put it on the carousel. The carousel was about the length of a car and just went in circles.
Traffic is crazy everywhere else I’ve been in the Philippines–people weaving in and out of traffic and lots of stop-and-go. Bohol wasn’t at all like that. Everybody drives very calmly and traffic flows smoothly. There is a law in Bohol that all tryke sidecars must follow an approved design. As a result, all of the trykes are the same size and look the same. Since I’m so OCD, I really appreciated that. There is also a law that every tryke is required to have a religious quote on the back of the tryke regardless of your religion. Boholanos are very religious, and I thought that was pretty cool.
In most of the places I’ve been in the Philippines they tie up their chickens so they don’t wander off and get stolen. In Bohol in the morning they let the chickens run free. Then every evening they call for their chickens and they all come back home. They don’t have to worry about them getting snatched.
There were tons of foreigners in Bohol. We’re told that the beautiful beaches, peaceful people, and consistent weather make it a top retirement location.