The island of Siquijor was also known as Isla del Fuego. During the Spanish era it was called such because it glowed at night from the thousands of fireflies in the island.
D and I rented a scooter for a day and we were able to go around the island in less than six hours. We didn’t see any fireflies, but we saw so much more: from views of the countryside, dramatic sunsets, old churches, a convent turned Heritage Museum, pristine beaches, to crystal clear waterfalls.
I declared to D the other day: Siquijor is my most favorite island in the Philippines now. We were only there for three days and it’s been a week now but I am still raving about it. It must be the rugged scenic charm, or the kind and honest locals that appealed most to me. Whatever it is, I am glad we had the time to discover and get to know it more.