It’s about time you put Palawan on your must-visit list – it’s said to be the most beautiful island in the world and it’s in the Philippines (in case you were googling it).
Palawan in the Philippines keeps winning travel plaudits. What makes it different from other tropical idylls? Trisha Andres finds out
The Philippine island of Palawan isn’t short of admirers. There’s Jacques Cousteau, the French oceanographer, who described the little-known island as the most beautiful place he had ever explored. Then there’s Alex Garland, the author who took inspiration from Palawan’s palm-fringed beaches, hidden lagoons and coral reefs and turned it into novel The Beach, which was later made into a film starring Leonardo DiCaprio. Now, the world’s media are taking notice. For two years in a row, Palawan has been voted the best island on Earth by readers of Travel + Leisure, one of America’s most influential travel magazines – and has been chosen as the backdrop to Hollywood films including The World is Not Enough and The Bourne Legacy. No wonder: There are powder-white beaches, blue skies and sea and diverse marine life. It has all the hallmarks of a paradise – but, arguably, so do the Maldives, Seychelles and Mauritius. So what makes Palawan different from other identikit tropical idylls? It’s paradise with personality. Yes, it ticks all the classic desert-island boxes, but it has splashes of local colour too: Folklore, such as shape-shifting monsters and “white ladies”, woven into the fabric of history, the excitement and chaos of 5am Simbang Gabi (night mass) leading up to Christmas, and chickens going about their own business. Palawan remains relatively unspoilt and, thankfully, Thailand-style tourist hordes haven’t yet descended. This is where you can still have an entire island all to yourself, and where the evening skies are so clear that when you look up at night, the Great Square of Pegasus, the upside-down winged horse, is always in full view.
I was born in the Philippines and spent many summers by the beach. I can honestly say that Palawan is the country’s best island. And the world’s? Quite possibly. Work has taken me to my fair share of icing-sugar white sand beaches and resorts across the globe. And while they’ve all been marvellous and well-appointed, I’ve always thought that Palawan’s rustic authenticity sets it apart. From stylish and luxurious to cosy and tranquil, there’s a resort for everyone in this idyllic archipelago. But if you absolutely must have the best accommodation on the best island in the world, then the choice is easy: It’s Amanpulo. Getting here is done in James Bond fashion: Turbo-props whisk you to the resort, which faces the atoll-studded Sulu Sea. Once you touch down, you’re then driven to your beachfront, treetop or hillside casita in a golf buggy. Make no mistake: This is not your typical fly-and-flop destination. You’ll be kept busy by your very own recreation manager, who sits you down and devises an itinerary based on your specifications, which can be as lazy or as adventurous as you want.
On my visit, I didn’t even feel compelled to read a book. Instead, I swam with large hawksbill sea turtles; I learned to kitesurf with a professional surfer who taught me how to drag myself across the sea like Wonder Woman in training until I was finally able to glide over the water for a triumphant second; I went fishing for snapper and grouper and trolled for wahoo, tuna and mackerel; I ate with my hands, devouring crabs and green mangoes served on banana leaves; I revelled in my first magnified sightings of Mars, Venus and the moon’s craters.
One day, I went on a wildlife walk and spotted a Palawan flying fox. It hung upside down from a palm tree and slowly opened its brown wings. To my surprise, a round and furry chestnut face revealed itself. It may have been the heat, but I could have sworn it smiled before stifling a yawn and closing its eyes for a midday siesta. ‘It looks like a fox but it’s actually a fruit bat,’ whispered my guide, Aljor, who, unable to contain his excitement, was bobbing up and down as if he’d seen a unicorn. ‘It’s listed as vulnerable, so there aren’t many around.’
Palawan remains relatively unspoilt and, thankfully, Thailand-style tourist hordes haven’t yet descended
Here, nature is the protagonist. Monitor lizards roam the island freely. I once spied a 6ft-long lizard by a wood-fired pizza oven, where it likes to hang out in the hope of getting fed leftovers. It’s normal to see the blue-grey Tabon scrubfowl, the pied imperial pigeon and the crimson-eyed spangled drongo flitting from one tree branch to the next by one’s balcony. Then, of course, there are the century-old green sea turtles swimming leisurely through the sea close to the shore.
Another day, I hopped on a speedboat from Amanpulo to neighbouring Manamoc to hike up Mt English to the highest point on the island. At 722ft, the mountain is no Kilimanjaro, but it wasn’t exactly a doddle for me, either. To get there, my guides Rio and Marvin and I had to pass through the local village lined with nipa huts and a number of more modern concrete houses. We stopped at a sari-sari store, a hole-in-the-wall corner shop, and stocked up on snacks. As we walked further along the
road, the rows of stilt houses gave way to paddy fields and carabaos.
‘I live close by and forgot something. Do you mind if we pop in quickly?’ Marvin asked. ‘Sure, we’re in no rush,’ I replied. We made a detour to a small compound and entered a gate fashioned out of bamboo. As we walked in, local turkeys known as pabos came clucking towards us. On one end was a garden filled with pink hibiscus, dapo orchids, red roses and trees ripe with santol, mango, jack fruit and guava. We pressed on and hiked up a valley covered with tall grass. Underfoot was soft, mossy forest floor speckled with flowers, the path later climbing steeply on a stony ridge with sweeping views of the sea, which changed colour from deep blue to aquamarine depending on where you looked.
It was a hard, rocky climb through the scrub before we broke out on to the open summit. What a view! The great emerald swathe of Pamalican Island, with its thick blanket of forest and the hazy grey islands just off the coast. Right before me was the best island in the world. ‘See that small plot over there,’ Rio said, as she pointed to a patch of empty land. ‘That’s where I’d like to build a holiday home.’ I nodded: ‘Me too.’
PALAWAN FOR EVERY BUDGET
Amanpulo is certainly worth the splurge. But if your budget is more down to earth, the resort of Miniloc in El Nido could be just the ticket. Surrounded by forests and lagoons, Miniloc has 31 palm-roofed cottages-on-stilts set above the crystalline ocean. Daily activities such as island hopping are included in the price. From Dh1,500/night full-board (elnidoresorts.com). If you’re looking for something more modern, Lagen Resort, which is also part of the El Nido Resorts Group, is just next door. Prices start from pounds Dh2,000 night B&B. Or, Club Paradise (clubparadisepalawan.com) in Coron has rooms from Dh1,173/night B&B.