Museum runs are undoubtedly the sole adult thing I do while traveling; everything else is just running around, testing my limits, and wolfing almost embarrassing amounts of food. Almost.
In Cebu, Museo Sugbo is my first stop; the other two being Halad Museum and Jumalon Butterfly Sanctuary and Art Gallery.
The complex that is Museo Sugbo is built in 1870. Very not recently. It used to be a provincial jail, popularized by a viral video of its Thriller-dancing inmates. Now its coral walls house artifacts depicting the heritage of the island.
You don’t usually hear museum and prison in the same sentence but Cebu nails it. Think of it as an ex-convict who discovered culture after serving sentence. Go ahead, lie to me and say you aren’t curious to see it.
The second gallery is pretty badass. Money, cigars, alcohol, amunition. As if I landed in mafia wonderland.
‘Death due to money’. Not the sexiest epitaph, is it? ‘Death by lechon’ sounds way better to me. Greasier, but hell sexier.