Girl Travel in Virgin Island
A Sun-Kissed, Salt-Sprayed, Barefoot Adventure Through Bohol’s Dreamy Slice of Paradise
After conquering Bohol’s land wonders, the Chocolate Hills, the tarsiers, the centuries-old churches, we knew it was time to trade our walking slippers for flip-flops, our sunscreen for cologne, and our land legs for sea legs.
We stayed for the vibes.Enter: Virgin Island, Bohol’s floating postcard, tidal magic trick, and Instagrammer’s ultimate playground.
Tucked between Panglao and Balicasag Island, Virgin Island is that rare kind of paradise that literally changes shape with the tide.
At low tide? A dazzling, crescent-shaped sandbar emerges blindingly white, powdery soft, stretching like a natural runway into the turquoise sea. We ran across it barefoot, squealing like kids, taking 800 photos per minute (no regrets).
At high tide? The sandbar disappears, swallowed by gentle waves, turning the island into a cozy, palm-fringed jewel surrounded by shallow, swimmable waters. And guess what? You can still walk through it, knee-deep in warm, crystal-clear ocean, fish darting around your ankles, laughter echoing over the waves.
It’s like nature’s own mood ring and we got to experience both sides.
We came for the sandbar.
