Mark got this maribago “indulgence card,” which is discount card in simpler terms. It has this card with a booklet full of discount coupons, which looks like “food stamps” according to mark, on all sorts of their services — spa, food, transpo service, and other things the product manager can think of throwing into it. 🙂
I hate marketing. Being a psych student, i have an eeny weeny idea of how mental manipulation is done on it, deception, etc.
But from time to time, i would find myself doing marketing-related works, unconsciously or not. I guess it comes with my habit of writing. Writing is probably the easiest form of marketing.
But this “marketing” thing gets more emphasize lately with my current “job” as fun run promoter. Either i’m doing good about it or there’s just no other person doing it that i could feel the demand from others for me to do it.
So lately, i’m thinking over and over if i should put up a marketing business. I already have a name for it – Colon Street Marketing – and bought the domain name colonstreet.com.
No question that i can do it. But i have a preview already of what “marketing” is about, and i’m not really sure if i’m willing to be under the pressure. It does not help that there’s no great financial motivation for me to do it (i’m being “hambug” at that but it’s just my reality. I can flop a project, and i’ll just be fine at the expense of a client.)
And most of all, i’m still not ready of creating marketing copies like “Beach Essentials.”
Mark shared his albumful of photos of the bohol-camiguin-cdo trip. And, i think this is my most favorite! 🙂 it somehow summarized my feelings of the experience.
Having dinner, while waiting for Trans-Asia – our boat to CDO, at Tagbilaran port, Bohol.
sidenote: Compared to airports, why are boat ports usually keep like it should be avoided?!? Though, that Cebu port for Bohol trips is doing a good job.
So finally, we got to use it. It’s accepted in all maribago resorts i think. So we went to Sumilon as mark thought driving 4hours to the destination can make the trip more worthy.
It was our 2nd time but the kids can no longer remember the first time, even i only had a vague memory of the place. All i can remember was that we had too many babies. Mati was still small so all i can remember was carrying him from the ride to and from the city, carrying him all over the island. So it was not really such a pleasant experience.
Is it the parent’s obligation to get their kids to travel or not? It’s one of the things lurking in my mind. I don’t remember “traveling” when i was a kid except for going to cities, and some random being tagged by relatives in their travels. My point is that i did not travel when i was a kid but i don’t feel “deprived.” So yeah, i guess, it’s kids’ obligation? 🙂 Thinking about this because i feel guilty when mark and i go to trips without the kids.
They’re now bigger, and can certainly carry their bodies all over the island. And, though i kinda have this unfavorable feeling towards this kind of resort because it’s too made-up with a lot of staff at your beck and call and zee lifestyle magazine all over the place giving you clues on how to be rich and fabulous…
Anyway, this time i get to appreciate the place as a perfect place for kids. I mean it’s “sanitized and cordoned” enough for kids to safely roam around, or more of parents to feel safe.
And most important thing they have features that pushes you to move around — like trekking, glamping, paddling, beach, pool — on top of the hammocks and couches, massage places that just pull you to do nothing (which i think is not alsl bad but hey i can just do it at home).
Meg kind of made the itinerary for the following day: trekking, fish feeding, swimming pool. Among the 3, she’s the BOSSY! @.@
Except for Meg, everyone gravitated towards the beach/sea with their snorkels instead of swimming pool.
For the first time, on my own will, i picked a snorkel from the resort’s dive shop (for free). I put it on, and when i submerged myself into the water, i saw mati’s little fat body wiggling swimming after wiggling fishes too!!! Mati’s not good at swimming, but when i saw how he put effort to swim join the the fishes. I fell inlove! 🙂
I fell inlove – maybe it was because i saw my kids chasing fishes, stared at “whatever broken dead corals” were scattered underwater and enjoying it. I really thought that when they insist on bringing their snorkels, and threw fits when i forgot to pack it when we’d go to beach were just being such bratty, and that they just inherit mark’s “gadget-itis”. It actually really means truly a lot to them. I feel ashamed! 😐
All in all, i LOVE Maribago Sumilon Island Resort except that their food is just “unforgive-able.” I really think whining over food is too low and useless with africa still marketed as a continent of malnourished children for eternity, but let me make an exception for this. It’s one of those “gourmet” restos offering these “couture” foods, but then their chef’s experience was from a carenderia, and management probably did not put much effort of even at least exposing / letting them eat these couture dishes before letting them cook it. I’m not looking down at “carenderia” (hey, i love them) but if your chef is from a carenderia, you might as well offer carenderia types of dishes instead of those hard-to-pronounce dishes. “Humbang Bisaya” would make a better impact to the “tourists” than the Pork Stew in Soy Sauce & Vinegar (i made this up but their menu food was like giving your bisaya looking kids with american hollywood names.). (I hope this whining will come out as constructive criticism.)