Date: June 06-08, 2014
By now you know how much I love going on trips. Our latest trip was last month.
Destination: the beautiful, Cagbalete.
Where: Northern Quezon
And I have lots of pictures.
Boarded: Buendia, 11pm
Landed: Lucena Grand Central Terminal, around 4am
Meaning: No sleep. Nothing.
Then we boarded on the minibus to Mauban, Quezon. Another hour or so. But since it was not even daybreak, we got there pretty faster than we did when we came home.
That’s the minibus and it was almost full. Good thing we asked instead of waiting for the said time of departure. Which in turn…
made us arrive at the Mauban Port at around 5 in the morning. The first boat trip was 10:00am, and we were five hours early. Sleepless and all. But you have to agree that the sunrise pretty much made up for everything else.
So while they were discussing…
I was taking pictures. The sunrise was perfection. *Cue Daylight*
And it’s time to get some breakfast, and we have no idea where. Then came pancit habhab:
While waiting for the first boat to arrive, I kept on taking picture, like planned.
The town came alive.
And finally, after the long wait (search for food and all that), here comes the boat. I wasn’t able to take a picture of the boat itself with all the commotion of boarding and getting inside. So while waiting for the boat to get filled, we took some pics inside.
An hour long boat trip happened. We fell asleep; we woke up. And then we had to transfer to a smaller boat. I really thought we would flip over, but then, not. They knew better.
AND yes, while scared as is, I still managed to look at the camera and smile. That’s my scared like crazy smile. Haha. Look at everyone else, they were all wondering if the small boat would flip or not.
And after several minutes of trekking, we finally arrived at the beach!!!
And here’s our lovely accommodation:
And after grabbing (and devouring) some delicious lunch, we’re up to a tour.
First destination, the mangroves. Little ones. Cute little ones.
So much fun, as you could see…
So we figured out to have some more fun instead…
After the visit to the mangroves, we’re off to the other destination.
And we didn’t expect (or maybe just I) that it would take another hour or so.
And look who fell asleep haha.
You know where we were headed to?
An old lighthouse. So far, far away.
And from deep blue, the water started to mellow towards green.
And here’s what they did:
It was not low tide, hardly. As you can see, the waves were raging.
But when Kuya (our tourguide) said that it was pretty up there, they got out.
I took pictures… of the beautiful migratory birds
Keep on going, going, going…
But you know the funny thing I did later? I also went after them, with the two others who lingered behind and doubted if it was really safe or not.
It’s not, but where’s the fun?
BUT no, they were corals.
Really sharp ones.
But when we reached the lighthouse, thankfully with someone carrying a camera, we had to take pictures! We had to. Haha.
And they made it look so easy. We were bleeding, with multiple cuts on legs and feet.
So now the question is, how do we get down hahaha. I suggested jumping to the water. They told me I would die in seconds if I would jump. But with all the struggle going up, jumping seemed to be easier. Jumping was easier for me. But no, we had to climb down.
After visiting the old lighthouse, we went for a swim.
The way back…
Later that night, there was a fire dance show.
And the next day, we went paddling around the beach for hours, before heading home.
It was a weekend with lasting memories.
Every summer has a story.