With excitement rumbling in my belly we rode to the Philippine Tarsier Foundation, we paid our $1 entrance fee and rode further into the sanctuary, here a guide who showed us around greeted us. There are a few Tarsier Sanctuaries around Bohol, our reason on picking this particular one was primarily based on the fact that it is a rehabilitation and conservation center, rather then sticking a Tarsier on a tree for tourists to gaze at with wonder, they leave the them in their natural habitat. Every morning, the guides search the viewing area (which is 8.4 hectares housing only 5 Tarsiers) for the Tarsiers, if they do not find them easily, they cease the search and have no tarsiers to show that day. We saw 3 of the 5 Tarsiers, no amount of Google images can prepare you for the cuteness overload when you see just how small they actually are.
It’s a pretty strange view from the top on the viewpoint; the hills are like little naked pimples that have sprouted randomly through the tree lines.
On our way back down to Hope Homes we stopped at the hanging bridge, to be honest, it’s a bit of a tourist trap, but it only costs $1 to get in so its still worth visiting. The bridge didn’t really swing like I expected it to; instead the bamboo just creaked when you walked on it.
Our last day had arrived, which was our relaxing day, spent catching up on sleep, reading books and the dreaded task of sorting our embarrassingly messy room out and somehow fitting it all into 2 backpacks.
I better go; we have to get up at 5:30am tomorrow, considering we haven’t heard an alarm in 2 months it should be fun.