I Traveled to San Vicente

Rugged, Raw and Real Beauty of San Vicente, Palawan

“We’re here!” I say, in a rather exasperated, desperate form of words that only comes after 4 hours of rough-road riding in an old, open window beat-down jeep/bus from Puerto Princesa. I skipped a step off the stairs of the bus and landed uneven on the paved road. I patted my curly hair, and even if I had tied it into a bun, it was now a frizzy mess, my baby hair all over my forehead. I sighed, blowing strands off my eyes. We were officially in San Vicente, Palawan.