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.