Villa Escudero
We have died, and this is heaven.
We walk towards a cart which will take us to our villa, and are delighted to see it's being pulled by a ... water buffalo! I'm encouraged to sit in the front row but suspect the reason for the recommendation and find a more convenient seat halfway back. It's a dirt road and the going is slow. Along the way we are amused at the signs warning us to "Slow Down." In fact the pace is so slow that if it weren't for the beasts' hoofprints in the dust as evidence, you'd have to check to see if we were moving at all.
In the back row sits a lovely singer accompanied by a guitarist and we join in the chorus of Yellow Ribbon and Country Road. We're deposited at a stunning open air foyer, the resort's check-in counter. Open on 3 sides, huge palm tree like pillars support a towering peaked thatch roof.
We walk past the deliciously inviting pool on the way to our villa.
Wow.
Completly constructed of bamboo, the verandah is on stilts overhanging the river. A bamboo hammock swings invitingly in one corner and a scattering of bamboo chairs and rockers lures the rest of us. Beer appears like magic and 11 of us settle down to a lovely afternoon. We're joined by Pres. Tito, Grace and Gaby as well as Jun and Susan.
The bedroom on the main floor has a double and single bed enveloped by billowing mosquito nets. There's a huge loft with another 3 mattresses on one side, and 2 more under the sloping thatch roof. This entire section is open to the air but lined with fine mesh to keep the mosquitos at bay. However, as we're sitting on the verandah, we hardly notice them though we're careful to keep the bedroom doors closed, just in case.
We walk towards a cart which will take us to our villa, and are delighted to see it's being pulled by a ... water buffalo! I'm encouraged to sit in the front row but suspect the reason for the recommendation and find a more convenient seat halfway back. It's a dirt road and the going is slow. Along the way we are amused at the signs warning us to "Slow Down." In fact the pace is so slow that if it weren't for the beasts' hoofprints in the dust as evidence, you'd have to check to see if we were moving at all.
In the back row sits a lovely singer accompanied by a guitarist and we join in the chorus of Yellow Ribbon and Country Road. We're deposited at a stunning open air foyer, the resort's check-in counter. Open on 3 sides, huge palm tree like pillars support a towering peaked thatch roof.
We walk past the deliciously inviting pool on the way to our villa.
Wow.
Completly constructed of bamboo, the verandah is on stilts overhanging the river. A bamboo hammock swings invitingly in one corner and a scattering of bamboo chairs and rockers lures the rest of us. Beer appears like magic and 11 of us settle down to a lovely afternoon. We're joined by Pres. Tito, Grace and Gaby as well as Jun and Susan.
The bedroom on the main floor has a double and single bed enveloped by billowing mosquito nets. There's a huge loft with another 3 mattresses on one side, and 2 more under the sloping thatch roof. This entire section is open to the air but lined with fine mesh to keep the mosquitos at bay. However, as we're sitting on the verandah, we hardly notice them though we're careful to keep the bedroom doors closed, just in case.
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