During the 2008 Kadayawan festival, and in the midst of the MOA-AD (Memorandum of Agreement – Ancestral Domain) conflict between MILF and Philippine government forces, I braved the vast lands of Mindanao for 8 days. I traveled from Cagayan De Oro to Davao City via Buda without incident, but unlucky for some their bus got bombed or open fired at, or passengers pushed off the cliffs one by one. As to why I chose that time to travel, I didn’t expect that it would be that dangerous and at the same time adventurous. I traveled alone, so I wasn’t responsible to anybody but me.
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Beaching on Weekends…
Gawd, it started last last week.
I went off to Moalboal and brought my skimboard and lo! I had big waves to play with! I spent the whole morning skimming, took a break to eat lunch, went skimming again.
In the afternoon, we hired a “snorkel boat” – a boat that looks like a banca but has a broader body and has katigs with rope, metal, and anything you could hang on when you snorkel. We saw pawikan (turtles) lounging on the wall that leads to the blue, unseen drop. They were cute and carefree, and we were excited to see them.
Last Saturday, I went off to Bantayan and swam myself out the entire two consecutive days. When I arrived there, the water was clear and very inviting so the very moment I stepped on the sand of the beach, I just took my shirt off and put my bag on the beach and dipped in the very cool aquamarine waters. The next day I spent the afternoon sleeping on the sand bar as it was cloudy, and woke up to a slight drizzle.
Next week, I’m going back to Bantayan and try to join panagatan or fishing on a fishing vessel! I got an invite from my friend and I’m thrilled to go back.
I may be on and off from this blog.
Beeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaach!!!!
Basdaku Beach, Moalboal Cebu
For non-filipino speakers, Moalboal is not pronounced like moan or boar, but rather Moh-ahl boh-ahl. Got it? Now you’ve learned something today. Apir.Sigh, it is really hot this summer and I can’t think but engage in wishful thinking that I’m soaking in the water of the above picture. The summer heat, and the sweat, and the sometimes-hot-sometimes-cold breeze of the wind just simply beckons me to a large body of water.

















