On my second day in Bicol, I headed out to the direction of Legazpi City with no particular destination in mind. My first stop was the Cagsawa Ruins in Daraga. I took out my camera and it wouldn’t turn on. Then I noticed it’s lighter.. **facepalm** Yep, I forgot to take the battery off the charger. I’m too lazy to go back and get it so I proceeded to Legazpi to buy new ones (non-rechargeable).
Since, I am already near Embarcadero, I thought I’ll have a few laps at their Go-Kart since I had so much fun the last time. When I got there, I saw cars parked on the site. I first thought it has been moved somewhere else to make the course longer and more exciting. For a second, I felt excited. But that quickly turned to dismay when I was informed that it is no longer operational. I didn’t bother to ask why because I won’t be satisfied with any explanation anyway. I went to The Boulevard to cool my head.
With the camera now working, I decided to head back to Cagsawa to snap a few shots. While I was filtering my way through the traffic in Daraga, I remembered an article I read about the Bicol International Airport (also called Southern Luzon International Airport) under construction. I wanted to check it’s status.
From Shell Gas Station Daraga, I made my way to Penafrancia and after 3.4 kms, I (mistakenly) took a right turn going to Comun, Camalig (blue highlight). What I didn’t know was that the Airport Road is stilll 2 kilometers away(red highlight).
Oblivious to this mistake, I proceeded down the winding barangay roads of Dinororan, Dela Paz and Gapo. Then I noticed a patch of barren land in the middle of the ricefields. A local confirmed that it is the airport. I found a backdoor route near Gapo Elementary School.
Quite satisfied that I found the airport, I retraced my tracks. However, instead of going back to Daraga, I got interested with the kilometer post showing Camalig is only 12 kms away. I’ve never been to this part of Camalig and there’s no use going back to Penafrancia, so I continued to make my way to Brgy. Cotmon. What’s waiting to be (re-)explored a few kilometers down the road? Read it in Part 2 as I continue to tour Albay.