It was a hidden paradise three years ago. Now, it has become a weekend getaway for families and friends. It has become a destination to foreign tourists and a target of company outings.
Its sand is a combination of fine white and shiny black sugar-like consistency. It feels good to walk barefoot on it. There's a swing in front of the beach and hammocks were set up everywhere. There were a couple of stores there that sell stuff at a very high price. A small block of ice costs 60 effing bucks! I thought it has fallen to the ground because it was full of dirt in it. I was told that it was purposely dipped in a box full of rice husk (ipa) to keep it from melting too fast.
At the height of the sun's scorching heat, we dipped in the sea. Someone laughed at the way I swim and he offered to teach me how to swim and breathe properly, so I got a few lessons, but I don't know if I had learned any.
After dipping, it was time to wash off the seawater using groundwater which we had to manually pump out of the ground. A pail of the fetched water was to be taken into the bathroom, so we can wash ourselves up in private.
Socials were to be done after dinner and since we weren't invited to the dinner we believe was part of what we had paid for, we resorted to having our socials in the confines of the tent, sharing childhood stories. A few hours later, we found ourselves headed for the other group's bonfire where the people were warmer.
A few bottles of brandy after, we headed back to our tent for lights out. The itinerary for the next day had to be demanded for.
Island hopping after breakfast and a few pictorial sessions... First stop: Capones Island. A ruin of some sort of an office and a lighthouse was found in the middle of grassland. We reached the island at noontime and left it a few minutes after.
The second island, Camara, has a rocky mountain nearby and we had to swim our way there. When we reached the island that looked like the head of a baby elephant, we decided to rock climb without any equipment but our bare hands, bare feet, and our instinctive sense. At a point on our way to the peak, I heard the ground call for me and I almost let gravity pull me down. It was a death-defying experience! Reaching the top brought a unique feeling of pride. I conquered it!
We had lunch in Camara Island. After a few dips in the sea, we decided to head back to the shore where Mr. Boatman's place is. We washed the seawater up from our bodies at Mr. Boatman's house, had isaw and grilled chicken head, then, took a tricycle ride back to San Antonio where we caught a bus to Olongapo.
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