Monthly Archives: January 2015

Ananyana

Doljo Beach
Doljo Beach

To my surprise, the room I got at The Ananyana Resort in Bohol had no television.   I couldn’t remember the last time I checked into a place away from home that didn’t have one.  For a moment, that was disappointing.  Then I remembered what all the great travel writers had been preaching about:  all travel is about self-preservation.  We travel to get out of time and space.   We yearn for silence and stillness.  Unplugging is blissful.

Family rooms by the pool
Family rooms by the pool

Ananyana affords you all that.  There’s still wi-fi, though.  It’d be foolish to go all-out primal.

The resort run by the lovely and generous Emma Gomez sits on Doljo Beach in Panglao Island, a stone’s throw away from the more popular and denser Bellevue Hotel.  Those are the only two major resorts on the long stretch of Doljo.  It’s not uncommon for you to be swimming alone in the ocean.  You can’t do that in Alona Beach that had turned into a mini-Boracay Station 2.

Ananyana only has ten rooms – all spacious and tastefully designed.  If you’re travelling with a large group, take the family rooms right behind the pool, or rooms 9 and 10 which are lofts.

Lofts in the foreground
Lofts in the center

My four friends and I were there for four nights.  At first we thought we couldn’t be dining all-day in one place.  So we had to sample Bellevue’s food (overpriced), and the cheap breakfast at a shack called Muro-Ami (sodium showcase).  Then Typhoon Signal No. 2 Seniang hit the island on Day 3.  We had no choice but to stay in our resort and dine there all day.  We ordered every item in the menu, and everything was fabulous – from chicken inasal, the glass noodles, Bolognese, curry fish to the pudding.  Monotony was gastronomy.

Where all the all-day eating happened
Where all the all-day eating happened

I’ll speak no more and let these other pictures the beauty of Bohol, and Ananyana’s allure: solitude and luxury.  The two things us weary urban creatures cherish.