After arriving near Dumaguete it came quickly apparent that Negros seemed very organised in most things compared to Cebu city. Not sure if its caused by the huge farming industry there or simply that there seemed to be more discipline in the laws etc. but it definetely was a stark contrast to being around Cebu city or in fact being on Cebu island itself.
The roads were all either being repaired or already good working order and traffic flowed as one way systems seemed to be all over the towns. Low congestion, low pollution and on the main stretches between towns there are very little bends most roads seemed to be flat,straight and fast giving a quick connection between towns. There is also virtually no jeepneys operating everything is being moved around by large buses which has obviously left the roads unclogged and fast moving. Talking to my father in-law about this he mentioned the bus companies have been buying up the old vehicles to scrap them which would make sense to control the monopoly along the routes.
The tricycles although in the cities seemed to be few in number compared to what we find in Cebu and I didn’t see any clogging up the street corners the way they do in Minglanilla. The fact there are no smoking in public buildings and signs everywhere telling you this is a no smoking area, smoke free hospital, etc etc. does say a lot in the way Negros Oriental from what I have seen is dealing with health issues as well. The streets and rivers were a lot cleaner than I expected even in Dumaguete which is a bustling city we will cover in another post shortly.
The population of Negros according to statistics taken in 2000 is 1,126,061 which may explain why the island isn’t suffering with the problems Cebu is with over population and high density.
But as we headed North to Bindoy it was very obvious that the ride was going to be a low congestion one but with lots of sights to take in along the route and we were hoping to get some photos of the sugarcane trains that operate along the tracks that cross the main road but it seems we are here at the wrong time as the only train we seen was a scrapped one used as a tourist attraction along the road. As we started to take in the scenery of the lush green crops that went on for miles in every direction a rather major problem appeared. The road below is how it should be looking but in reality repairs were underway.
In reality the photo below is how the road was for over 2 hours of butt bashing and motorcycle vibrations which I lived to regret later. The roads had been scraped ready for resurfacing this threw up dust, meant we felt every bump and just generally a horrible ride for the last length of the journey.