One of finest beach resorts in Samal Island
Lively music started to occupy the atmosphere while men in red floral shirts commenced on beating wooden drums as soon as we alighted from the boat. Ladies wearing their friendly smiles ushered us to the receiving area. Glasses of fresh pineapple juice were served for the guests to be refreshed and have their first experience of comfort. There were other nationalities with us, but we were all treated like princes and princesses. It was a kind of Pearl Farm welcome no one would ever forget.
The attendant escorted us to our respective cottages after the visual orientation at the reception area. Our room transmits a very refreshing vibe as it is made up of woods. Upon entering, a bamboo-framed bed adorned by white silk draped from the ceiling enticed us to relax. Right beside the bed is the veranda. It has two wooden chairs and a table, and a scene that impeccably blended with the rustic milieu — a view of the Samal island, and the whole Pearl Farm resort. The view was beautiful, so beautiful.
We would have wanted to stay longer in our room but our limited time prompted us to go out and begin our overnight affair with Pearl Farm.
At the foot of our cottage was the only restaurant in the resort where we all splurged on buffet meals. It’s facing the infinity pool and the translucent beach of Samal. Beside the pool recline other cottages, built just above the seawater, which are more private and more expensive.
Next thing we knew we were boarded on a speed boat. The resort has an exclusive swimming area across the Pearl Farm’s beachfront— the Malipano island. It is a small island with brimming white sand and clean waters. There were only three groups roaming in the beach, including ours. It added to the feeling of exclusivity and being privileged. We later realized that enjoying an entire beach is easy when someone is willing to shell out a little and if he knows where to pick the right spot for vacation, even if it is summer.
There was a diving spot not afar from the shore. We swam to reach it. We dive countlessly until we have gone enervated. We rolled and let ourselves be consumed by the sand. We took pictures until our batteries ran out of life. We spent the whole afternoon talking mostly nonsense, interrupted by serious realizations of growing up. We played like kids. And we all enjoyed like there was no more next sun.
Darkness came too fast. Aside from the melodious resonances springing from mother earth’s occupants around the resort, a band was playing in the dining area. Another buffet meal, another night with friends, but that time it was being accompanied by a band composed of a mother, father, daughter and son. It was wise for the resort to hire a family of musicians that would serenade the guests. They kept us awed and inspired by showing how a family works, grows and sings together.
After sometime, they started to request the guests to sing with them. My friends were bullying me and forcing me to go up the stage. I wanted to but I was trembling. There were lots of foreigners watching and listening. They were admiring the singers. Last thing I would want was to destroy their night and the reputation of talented Filipino artists. So I declined.
The night turned unhurried as we listened to the music while devouring Davao’s fresh produce. A mini bar located at the lighthouse few meters from the restaurant lured us so we went upstairs. The view of Davao skyline could be seen from there. The bar has no dance floor, DJs, and eardrum-breaking sounds, just mellow music partnered with our glasses of wine. It was soothing to be there.
We all wanted to while away the time at the bar, but its operation hour is until 11 in the evening only. The resort preferred the guests to relax in their homey cottages and enjoy bedtime. We did. We woke up late than our agreed time the following morning.
The heart of our conversation upon finishing our first breakfast and last meal at the resort was the relaxation it had given us. Although we were all saddened by the fact that our vacation has to come to an end anytime soon; that in less than five hours, we will be back to a place that reminds us to work hard to earn money for our next vacation, still, we were fortunate beings to be deserving of experiencing a relief such as this.
We packed then boarded the boat that would sail us 45 minutes to Davao City proper. We relished our overnight isolation. It was the isolation we needed after forgoing a supposed trip to Boracay in exchange of Pearl Farm.
Our group initially planned to spend our summer in Boracay. However, since all I wanted was to escape from the troop of tourists that would surely visit one of the world’s most sought after beaches, I tried pretty hard to convince my friends that veering away from the crowd was the best way to enjoy summer.
Though none of us have been to Boracay yet circa 2011, with several phone calls and consistent convincing made, they all concurred with me. I then began mapping our trip to Davao from first day up to the last.
We discussed it while sailing back to the mainland. My friends teased how I transformed into a resort manager-slash-realtor just to persuade them to go to Davao. We all laughed about it and blabbed the activities we could have possibly done in Boracay. In spite of postponing that supposed trip, I was happy bringing them to Pearl Farm because one thing that was very noticeable on their faces brought by our short stay there was happiness. It was so genuine with no hint of regret.