I am in Puerto Princesa again to visit my distributor. Month on month, I visit Palawan and meet up with my distributor, work with my sales personnel, and still do reports here and there. This travel may seemingly bring a hectic schedule for nigthlife and sidetrips for somebody but me. I go here alone–just me–and being alone can be depressingly boring.

I usually stay at The Legend Palawan and tinker on the keyboards at night trying to fend off the boredom of the city that early sleeps. Having my virtual tour of the World Wide Web, I head off to its Business Center after dinner and stay for hours.

I still go out at night from time to time though. Sometimes, I tinker until midnight at a Net cafe across from NCCC Mall [not a mall but the province's biggest supermarket and department store, still that does not qualify]. I tried dinner once at Kinabuch, a popular grill-slash-bar but still went back to the hotel right after. I ate dinner, too, at Neva’s Place, a cozy 2-storey house of concrete and cogon, near the blue cathedral. It was a solemn and calm experience eating there. It honestly made me remember my childhood in rural Bulacan. That experience was short-lived though. I was alone and decided to go back to the hotel. Sigh.

Whenever friends and acquaintances know that I am in Palawan, they exclaim envious remarks of surprise. Yet deep down I know for sure that being alone in Palawan–not having friends with you–is a bad trip.