It was my third time in Guimaras, and despite the short stay, I managed to see a new side of the island and met a handful of locals who are just so damn sweet, too.
In the past, I have always visited the same beach area in Alibuhod, usually coming in from Iloilo or Boracay, as an afterthought. There is so much to see in Guimaras. This time I went to the northern tip, near the windmills, where I also got momentarily stuck due to the typhoon.
This is what I had for breakfast the same day, cooked by a lady in her small kitchen by the road:
A warm, life-affirming bowl of la paz batchoy
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