Chance of a rebellion

A long walk, and a tuk-tuk driver’s kindness that challenged my assumptions about the world.

It felt like a particularly long day, having taken a ferry to start the morning, followed by two long-distance buses and a ‘grab’ in between to go from an island in the northern part of Cebu to a place down south. So when I got dropped off at Moalboal at around nine at night, and I looked at the location of the hostel after having dismissed all the tuk tuk drivers swarming me with offers, I wasn’t too surprised to find that it was another forty minutes away on foot.