My boatman and I just departed Capones Island. We’re heading to Anawangin when the clouds started forming on top of the mountain. It is an alternative route if you want to trek for four to five hours instead of taking a boat ride.
My boatman called me and asked if I have a plastic or something to cover my camera as he pointed to the dark skies ahead of us. I quickly said no. With this kind of weather, my camera and I were doomed.
The rain poured gently as we approached the cove. I could barely see the shore. The rain got heavier as we got closer. I was partially wet. Luckily, my brain worked and I remembered having a plastic bag with my leftover biscuit in it. I quickly took it out and put my camera inside. The rain continued and as it got stronger, my plastic bag won’t do any good to my camera. It was only then that I realized I have an umbrella in my bag too. So I took it out, hurriedly opened it and covered myself against the pouring rain. Sometimes, I get stupid.
We made it to the shore safely. An elderly guy approached us to help Kuya Jun, my boatman, with his boat. I ran to the nearest cottage for cover. We waited for a few minutes for the rain to subside before I began to walk along the shore to take pictures.
The grayish white sand stretches a few hundred meters from one side to the other where a creek flows to the sea. There’s an uphill on that side which you can climb to see the entire cove in a bird’s eye view.
I was done taking pictures of the cove so I decided to walk back when I saw a group of people having their lunch. I walked past when a woman greeted me. She said hi with her left hand waving at me while her other hand held a plate. She told me to come and join them. I smiled, said thank you and that I’ll pass. The second woman insisted.
“I want you to eat with us. Please try my sarciado (fried fish sautéed in onions, tomatoes and eggs with sweet sauce),” she said.
Shine, the younger woman, introduced herself and her boyfriend, Hosef, a Norwegian. We shook hands. She prepared the plate for me then asked me to help myself with the sarciado. We talked while eating. They asked me why I was alone and for how long I was staying there. They asked me to eat more. I was so shy but then helped myself with the food because she would do it for me if I don’t. I told them I was there to take pictures for our upcoming site. Shine was so kind to tell me the best spot to capture the entire stretch of the cove. Unfortunately for me, I have to climb a few steps of the steep slope at the other end.
Kuya Jun and I went climbing. Honestly, I’m not into climbing (anything) so I guess you already know how I felt during and after the climb.
After taking some photos, we descended, thanked Shine and company for inviting me over lunch. Palangga, the owner of half of the cottages in Anawangin even kissed my goodbye and asked me to come back. I ran to the boat and hopped in while Kuya Jun turned on the engine and off we went back to where it all started.
I am a Filipino, but my fellow Filipinos never fail to impress me by their hospitality to foreign people and locals alike. Those people didn’t know me. I didn’t know them, but they didn’t hesitate to give me a smile, share with me their food, seat, table and a part of their lives.