Masao Sunday

Last Sunday, my cousins and I went to the beach. Masao is the closest beach to the city. We brought the dogs along. This is not the first beach trip with the doggies but this is the first time I brought my camera with me.

The last time we went to the beach we had Joaqui on a leash at the back of the vehicle. At the first street corner from our house, he jumped off which prompted us to allow him to sit beside me inside the vehicle. His fur was all over me and my shirt looked like I rolled on the dirt. He moved from one window to the next, enjoying the ride.

This time around, my cousin volunteered to accompany him at the back. He seemed to be enjoying the ride.

 This is one of my cousins’ mini-pinschers. He’s cute.

 This is Joaqui’s favorite spot while the vehicle is moving.

 But when we met a tricycle carrying a girl on its roof, Joaqui took notice.

Only in the Philippines.  We really do not put importance on passenger safety. In this photo above, there are three things that are not allowed in other countries.  Riding at the back of pickup-type vehicle like we were doing, riding on top a vehicle and riding (and driving) a motorcycle without a helmet.

If these people have to apply for a driver’s license in the United States, they will have to unlearn whatever they have learned from driving in the Philippines and they will need to check out practice test. It is a quick way to review the key concepts for a DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) test.  I say that it is a quick way because the DMV driver handbook  is over a hundred pages! Oh my!

That said, we arrived safe and sound. This is Joaqui and I with the Magellan monument at the back.

Masao, Butuan was where Magellan landed to celebrate the first mass in the country. Although history books told us it was in Limasawa, Butuanons refute that claim based on Pigafetta’s account that they landed on a place called Masaua (with coordinates that point to Masao).  My father said that an earlier historian made a footnote that it is probably in Limasawa in Leyte. Historians, thereafter,  removed the ‘probably’ and declared Limasawa. But we know the truth. 😀

Enough with the history lesson, let us just enjoy the beach.  The dogs (and  the people) did.

Joaqui  got tired with all the swimming and had to rest on the sand. 😀

Oh, the sunset was beautiful. What a way to end a trip to the beach!

It was a nice Sunday afternoon.


Source: via Bonnie on Pinterest

A Full Weekend

In Luzon, typhoon Ferdie brought floods and heavy rains over the weekend.

Source: PAGASA

Source: PAGASA

In Mindanao, we had a pretty fair weather last weekend. Except for early morning mass on Sundays, I really do not have plans during weekends. Early Saturday morning,  I was reading entries in the qWhatis website. It is full of fun information that I lost track of time. I shifted to Facebook.  While I was reading my friends’ Facebook updates, I came across a photo of a friend’s pristine white bedroom.  I was so impressed by the clean space. It was like a hotel room.  I glanced upon my bed and I realized that it has been awhile since I last changed linens.  That afternoon,  I was sweating buckets cleaning my room. I would have chosen white linens just like my friend’s room but I do not own white sheets. I ended up with a colorful and clean room.

One of the best feelings in the world is sleeping in a bed with clean linens after taking a shower.  This is one of life’s little pleasures.

I slept like a baby. Sunday morning passed by like a melody. We had early lunch. After lunch, my cousin and I went on an impromptu trip to the beach. This is one of the perks of living in a country with 60,000 kilometers of coastline. The beach is just a few minutes away. We both wanted our dogs to enjoy the beach.  He has two mini pinschers while I care for my aunt’s large dog of mixed breed. I think the dogs enjoy their fist beach trip.

This is Joaqui at the beach.


After the beach trip, one of my cousins mini pinschers slept on my chair while I worked on the computer. The little guy got tired after all the swimming he did.

It was a simple yet productive weekend. I can imagine the dogs having this conversation. <3



Bantayan and my love for the beach

I am not a beach person. I do not get excited over invitations to go to the beach. What excites me though is the prospect of eating good food in the beach. From where I come from, the beach is at least 30 minutes away and people who go to the beach bring food- lots of good food. Some bring fresh fish and cook it over charcoal. My favorite is the grilled liempo. I love how the heat of the slow fire carefully seared in the flavor of a slab of pork belly.  Okay, I’ll stop here. Suffice to say, my love for the beach is actually my love for good food.

So while everyone else may go to the beach on a Sunday morning, I  was content to just have my grilled pork belly in the comforts of our home. After all, this is reason why I go to the beach.

Bantayan changed all that.

Friends of mine who have visited Bantayan several times already planned to visit again. The long weekend during the end of October this year seemed to be a perfect time to go especially for those with regular jobs. Thus, my friends chose these dates. In my case, it was the end of a long vacation for me. I just came from a vacation with relatives and I flew to Cebu the next day. Friends have called me “laagan” because of this.  (Rough translation: one who wanders around, one who is always out on the streets) Well, I call myself a risk-taker. The opportunity presented itself and I grabbed and took the risk: weather, budget, confidence to travel alone. This was my first time to travel to Cebu City alone.

From Cebu City, Bantayan is a 3 to 4-hour bus ride north and a 1-hour ferry ride. I have motion sickness and I do not adjust well to land trips. My friend and I agreed to meet at the Cebu’s North Terminal to ride the bus to Hagnaya port. Luckily, we caught the 7AM air-con Ceres bus to Hagnaya. However, we only got the rear seats. Amazingly, I did not puke nor experience the uncomfortable knot in my stomach or the unwanted smell I often encounter whenever I travel by land. Whenever I travel with friends, I always tell them that I have motion sickness, that I have my vomit bag ready, that I vomit more during land trips, etc. etc.  I am always mentally-prepared with all the puking. Almost always, it never happened. My friend and I theorized that I only vomit when I am with family because I let my guard down. I get too comfortable with family because somebody else will be responsible for me. When I am with friends, I am responsible for myself. I will test that theory the next time I travel with friends.

We reached Bantayan past lunch time so we were a bit famished. After checking in, we went to the nearby restaurant and ordered food. I had chicken with mushroom while my friend had kinilaw.

Once full, we changed clothes and headed for the beach. I was not a beach lover until Bantayan happened. Amazing.

How can I resist this?

We had a perfect weather. My friend suggest we try the Sugar Beach because the sand there is as fine as sugar.

Never mind the cheesy poetry.

I thank Bantayan for rekindling my love for the beach. I forgot that I used to enjoy the beach.

Mama, my cousin and I enjoying the beach.

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