Zambales Photo Essay: To Zambales to Mend What did I do to deserve this extravagance of my color: green? Do I deserve this much happiness? Yes, the color of happiness. Brown. Blue. And I, a woman, with uncontrollable black hair. I had the guts because I was alone. Ah, no, the boatman was watching me from the distance. 🙂 It is a great sky and a great island How to model a sickle locally called “tabas”The madwoman at Anawangin CoveAnawangin Cove Traveling, in many ways, is an act of mending, of coming to terms with reality. Traveling is always, always […]
I passed port security without a ticket. I had no idea which ship my mountaineer friends board. They were not at Pier 3. I boarded the ship without really knowing if it was the right one. I missed my phone at my nook. The adventure began.
I was at the port by 11:30 a.m., quite unusual for me who had made others wait for more than two hours. According to an online guide I read, the boat would leave by noon or 1 p.m. There is only one passenger boat every day, and I could not possibly miss it or else I would have to shell out a hefty Php5,000 or so to reach my destination. At Estancia Port, I was the earliest passenger. Boatmen were busy loading the sides with pieces of styrofoam. They would be used as buoys for a crab farm. Despite the […]