12 noon. Habagat is here, blowing its winds while the June sun bore down really hard.
We are back on the island, back on one of our favorite haunts, waiting for one of our favorite comfort food — a bowl of agedashi tofu, which unfortunately is prone to inflation, as is everything else in this place.
Exactly a year ago we were probably doing exactly the same thing, seated on the same table, famished but happy. We’ve come twice more between then and now, and Owen and I would always find ourselves in this spot.
Everything looks as I remember it from a year ago: the umbrella tree in front and the plastic lounge chairs surrounding it; foreign families just off the beach coming in — spattering water all over the floor in the process — to order fresh fruit shake to be delivered later to their spot under the tree; somebody kitesurfing on the beach; the beach’s sundry hues of blue.
But this year, there was something else.
There were giggles and laughter as the surf crashed into shore and the wind blew harder.
On the beach were kids — tiny specks of brown against the blanket of blue — swimming naked without a care in the world.
It was a perfect day in Boracay.
Words by Nikka, Photos by Owen
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Sleeping on the floor of a hut on an uninhabited island was a new thing, and we did it in El Nido.
Earlier that night, our group of five tourists and three boatmen dined on an assortment of grilled and fried things; our only source of light was a piece of cloth stuffed inside a bottle of Coke filled with gas. There was a guitar, and the guys who were steering our boat earlier were now belting out Freddie Aguilar songs over copious amounts of rum coke. One of them was marrying the love of his life soon and seemed jittery about it; the other one kept poking fun at him. Our guide also told eerie tales from the islands (“May araw talaga na mangunguha ang dagat“), and one of my friends got help finding her way to the bathroom from somebody who looked like one of our other friends.. who happened to have been somewhere else at that time. We stayed long enough to see the moonrise, until the sky went completely dark and we decided it was time to retire to our hut. That was Owen’s birthday salubong, the end of the only sunny day we would have in El Nido.
And we didn’t have a single photo to show for it.
So it probably did not happen, depending on your life’s beliefs. After all, this was fabled El Nido, where anything from the mundane to the magical to the eerie can happen.
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Words by Nikka, Photos by Owen
We could taste the saltwater on our lips.
In fact, saltwater was all over our face.
Our eyeglasses—yes, both of them—were pockmarked with beads of water. We could barely see ahead of us, and besides, there seemed nothing else to see except the rough open seas ahead.
Our boat carried around 20 tourists—brown-skinned, pale-skinned, black-haired, golden-haired, big-eyed, chinky-eyed. And it was big, just as any good dive boat should.
But the waves were bigger.
It was a sunny day, yes, but for some reason the waves weren’t friendly.
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Because the beach always brings out the child in us ;) Photo taken today at Diniwid Beach, Boracay Island