Where do broken hearts go?

To Lake Caliraya. To camp. And bike. And ride the jetski.

First thing we did after paying was to pitch the tent. The last time I did this was 21 years ago, when my friends and I climbed and camped in Mt. Maculot in Batangas.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I brought my Korean portable stove to cook rice. And the grill for tomorrow’s breakfast. But for today’s lunch, it’s grilled chicken that I cooked at the grilling station.

My mom cooking rice. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Chicken inasal. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Of course my mom is not roughing it out. She rented a cabin, a tiny house made of container van.

PHP 4,000 a night. There’s a deck on top and a private bathroom. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

We’re camping while my mom still has her creature comforts. Win-win. Good that I was able to bring her out of the house after a long house arrest.

And we were able to bike around. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Me, biking to the nearest sari-sari store to buy ice for our cooler. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Relishing the moment the girls are biking. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
And this is us now before going to bed. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This would have been a good camping experience for the girls if not for the freakingly annoying campers who brought six huge concert speakers, their mixing tables and DJ equipment and had basically boom boomed the day and night away. 🤬

You can check out Kaliraya Surf Kamp and rates and amenities are here.