into the blue are the bloody bokyas!

The heat. The long journey. And the bad weather. They were all worth it. Well, the bad weather could be blamed to phoebe, the calamity girl slash har har! And not to forget, the itchy stings of the Kulang sa Pansin nga mga jellyfish/bokya (sus!).

It would have been great if I had some pictures, to post here, of that weekend escapade but we were all too preoccupied to ever think of bringing a camera.

Late Saturday afternoon we reached the Basdako beach in Moalboal (89 kms away from Cebu City) and were greeted by the “storm.” It would have been fine had the lightning not join the fun. Good luck sa maigo!

And when it was over, Jute and I, while the calamity girl was already tucked in bed (the place was back to normal at last), made mountains, volacanoes, valleys, and chuchus in the white sand beach. The hours we spent making those “artworks” was worth it as they made good beds for the stray dogs. Bwahaha!

Very early the next day, we rose to see the sunrise. But the side where we posed to view the coming of the sun was not the direction where it was set to rise. It was actually in the opposite direction. It would have been one of the rare times when I got to see the sun rise, but the zero sense of direction in me (or in us?) is just too great to bear (haha!).

And we tested how great our sense of direction was when we tried to look for this “Magpayong” beach. And it was very far away. On our way there we met all colors (and types) of starfish, corals, sea urchins (the dreaded), and other marine lives we only see when we dive. The place was really great, well, except for the damned jellyfish that kept on following us wherever we went. And of course the guardians of the sea, the sea urchins.

Magpayong boasts for its umbrella-like rock formations and that “bell” of a rock that when you pound with a smaller rock creates a gong-like sound. You rock!

Too tired to make the journey back to our side of the beach (most probably 30 minutes away by slow walk) we asked a new friend if we could ride in his bangka. And the goodest guy in Moalboal agreed.

All three of us plus this guy climbed to the latter’s little boat. If it did protest, I didn’t hear it. And we set off to the “sea.”

This guy asked if we wanted to be taken to the lawom (the deep). Of course man! And there all the “ohs” and “ahs” were heard when schools (or universities) of fish of various colors and kinds (we only see in aquarium) were seen underneath until we came to the “cliff.” My breath stopped. I’m pretty sure we, except the guy, were in a panic mode. I mean we were not prepared to see that bottomless pit right under us and yeah we could swim but only a bit. Not a chance of survival if we had fallen into that abyss. Although the sight was really amazing the danger we were in could only be a single movement from our boat. Nay!

So we “sidestepped” that amazing but dangerous sight.

At last we made it back to our beach. In one piece, each, and a story to tell. Haha!

And we swam like there was no tomorrow and jellyfish. The heck!

The sikwati was great! The mangga, budbod, etc. Thanks to Jute’s mom.

Till next time!