In Transit from Hinatuan to Tinuy-an Falls in Bislig to Samal Island
I awakened with my head heavy and a giddy
feel. The cold breeze reminded me of
last night’s ordeal. The rain hasn’t subsided
but we need to keep moving amidst the unwieldy state. The commuting us was first to cross to land then will meet up with the rest at Bislig who’s travelling by van. Of course, we secured our stuff to keep dry.
The first boat was just right to fit us four with buttocks nearly touching the sea. As we willowed ashore, the downpour severed leaving pure white vision at sight. We slowed down but as the saying goes, when it rains, it pours… the engine stalled. The boatman had several futile attempts and his assistant was of no help busy dipping the water out.
We were afloat for a while drenched and trembling. I didn't know if was the coldness that caused the tremble or being nervy of what could arise. Though helpless, panic was never an option... until the engine roared to life. At last we managed to cross safe…
The original plan was to meet-up at
Bislig for Tinuy-an falls. Confident
that the team will pursue as planned, we decided to leave in their van our
belongings. I opted to bring with me
my bag as I figured the chilling wind during the 30-minute habalhabal ride to the terminal.
True enough, we were dripping and quivering as we steered.
Just before we reached Bislig, the
group messaged of their reroute. They’re
no longer taking the Bislig route. We were stunned with thoughts of our stuffs on their van. Davao is still 5-hours away and we can't endure that long being wet all way down.
Soaked and shaking, we continued as
planned; a trip to Tinuy-an falls. The
memories of our previous Tinuy-an falls visit flickered at
once. I mused over with my astonishment
to the picturesque waterfalls with a near-perfect rainbow…
Yes, I longed for Tinuy-an and I was
that close and can't forego seeing it again....
But what welcomed us was a raging waterfall; furious and wild beyond the charming beauty I envisaged along.
But what welcomed us was a raging waterfall; furious and wild beyond the charming beauty I envisaged along.
We returned to Bislig muted and somewhat
displeased. Well, that’s nature and it
has its way.
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