I SEA You! πŸŒŠπŸ’¦

I SEA You! πŸŒŠπŸ’¦

The Philippines is an archipelago — this country took it seriously that no man is an island. When we want to visit a diferrent province, most often than not we would have to travel by boat or by plane. One can only expect that this country has a lot of beaches.

Last month, I visited Bantayan Island, which is known for its pristine white beaches along with its long and wide sandbars. I haven’t been to Boracay, but this has been coined as better than the latter. Going to Bantayan is a tiring trip, but once you’ve stepped out of the ferry, your fatigue will be replaced with excitement and glee.

This was what greeted us when we arrived in Sta. Fe — that long strip of the beach with its waves folding on to the sand. It was a gloomy day, but that didn’t deter us from roaming around happily.

Bantayan is a small town, give it one day and you’ll be able to visit all of its nook and cranny. We rented a motorcycle and drove around town disregarding the rain! It was a fun experience. Details on our road trip will be on a separate post.

The best thing about this trip is that the beach isn’t crowded at all. In fact, I felt like I owned the place. I was swimming happily and no one could photo bomb on my photos. Come summer time, this place is surely crowded, so do visit this place during off-peak season like on the last quarter of the year to avoid inconvenience.

Swimming is my therapy — I could relax and let the waves and my thoughts carry me where the city life couldn’t. Suddenly, I felt a pang of nostalgia — actually, this isn’t my first time to visit Bantayan. I vaguely remember when I was a child, my family and I visited here. We have always been fond of beaches and I grew up swimming with my grandparents and siblings every summer in Bohol.

When I remember Bantayan, I also remember my grandmother. It was low tide when we went to the beach, so we walked further to the sea where there were lots of seaweed. I didn’t want to step on them because I was afraid that a merman would grab me so I frantically asked her to carry me. She was still strong back then. I remember her smiling while carrying me in her hip.

Whenever I think of the beach, I think of her — it is my fondest memory of her.

I miss you, Mama Omang.