There is something about the clouds. Their beauty is their fleetingness. They are “unburdened by memory of any kind” unlike us. I could remember the pile of cup noodles below the television swaying, and if they had fallen down, it would have been a signal that the waves won over the ship. Luckily, the waves were not furious enough, but they constantly reminded us with their disturbing presence. A man steadied himself on the lower rail of the ship while painting its exterior white. He was left unperturbed by our cloud imaginings on the second deck. Everything was moving—the clouds, […]
Salagdoong Forest Reserve, Salagdoong, Siquijor, Philippines On our way to Salagdoong beach, the trees canopy the road. With the running tricycle accompanying the silence of the trees, I couldn’t help but ask Manong to pull over.
Casaroro Falls | Valencia, Dumaguete, Philippines Casaroro Falls is “lodged deep into the rock crevices of the rugged Valencia mountains. With an astounding height of 100 feet, the water plunges into a deep cold basin before it flows down to a stream.” Of course, with a description like that, it left me wanting to jump into the water roaring in my head. Fellow mountaineers, who have scaled up Mt. Talinis—also known as Cuernos de Negros or the Horns of Negros—often say “nindot ang Casaroro.” Aside from the neighboring volcanic lakes, it is the temporary solitude for the terrain-bitten climbers.
Everywhere, in some lights, is a Lonely Place, just as everyone, at moments, is a solitary. Everyone sometimes dances madly when alone, or thumbs through secrets in a drawer. Everyone, at some times, is a continent of one. We passed by Samboan, and memories—wanted and unwanted—flashed back. I pointed the shore where we plunged and the small river leading to Binalayan Falls to Virhenia. She wanted us to visit the falls, but I have no confidence guiding her—or anyone for that matter—to any rivers. I told her about Mainit hot spring (talking about redundancy) and Montanezza Falls in Malabuyoc and […]