Diary of Bantayan
I won’t go all tourist-y and travel blogger here and be so information-savvy about the place; but instead, I’ll just share my sentiments I have with Bantayan Island—OMG so cheesy—so that you can appreciate it in a different light. Basically, it’s just my excuse because you all know I only took pictures with no intention of being so “travel blogger”-ish and dish out info about the place like what a Tblogger should do, I was just casually channeling my inner NatGeo landscape photographer and try (hard) to produce NatGeo-worthy pictures.
Setting foot on the concrete of the port of Bantayan, I was already in awe of the endless white shoreline that glared despite the gloomy weather. It is ironic how most of my childhood summers were spent down north and I haven’t been on this very Island. I’ve always heard about Bantayan Island but I never did truly appreciate the words that came out of the storyteller, to see is to believe and my belief was it isn’t that exquisite as what their experience tells me; all those stories and I never really came prepared and that was why Bantayan held me captive of its allure.
It was on a semestral break that we set on an adventure in
the Island so the beaches weren’t that crowded, enjoying was an understatement
when describing our stay there, we were living our lives, casually drinking on
the beach, donning umbrellas over our wet bodies because of the tiny sprinkles
of rain… but it was on the last night where we felt our bodies would surrender
to the sand, sea, and breeze. We shouted our toasts for the sunset, laughing
hard to try to contaminate desolate beings. We wished the night wouldn’t end
and that we would stay young forever; but the constraints of time keeps chasing
us, pulling us back to the emptiness of reality. I wish it were forever a
vacation, an unending hymn of creation, of life and of love. Smiles were
plastered on our faces in the most natural way, we never cared we got sands in
our privates, never cared the break was ending. I would always look back at
that moment because it made me feel invincible at the same time immortal. It
made me gather all of these sentiments that when we left, I felt a weight on my
chest. The endings are always the worst and I don’t know how God does it but endings
always give us the courage to begin.
Link to my OOTDs taken on the island:
Kota Beach
Kota Park
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