Sabitang Laya and Bag-Ing
are two beaches occupying different sides of the same island. I asked the tour
guide why they have to be named separately but he does not know the answer either. I
forgot which is which but I think the one with the big rock formations is
Sabitang Laya and the side where our boat docked was Bag-Ing.
We went to
Sabitang Laya first where we saw a couple cavorting on the sand a la Angelica Panganiban and Derek Ramsey in I Love
You, Goodbye. Dare to dream, couple! Minding our own business we strolled along
the shore and it was not long before it was raining hard again. Angelica and Derek disappeared, although some girls who probably were or were not their
friends stayed at the mini beach surrounded by a giant rock or two.
Under those huge
rocks are spaces big enough for you to shield yourself from the rain. Inside,
you get to befriend snails clinging on the muddy walls of the rock. I imagined
how thankful the Survivor participants who landed on this beach had been. No
need to build a shelter of their own, it was already provided for! But the tour
guide said that Sabitang Laya was one of the game islands where immunity
challenges were held. The castaways, according to him, were hosted on a
different island. Well, poor them. Had the sun been brightly shining I would
have been swimming towards that big rock near the shore but seeing those waves
made me do a double take. So I just hid under another rock.
We went to Bag-Ing
after half an hour. It was raining but enough tourists were present to fill in an
entire cast had an improvised Survivor-pretend game been produced on the spot.
They were swimming there under the rain. In fact, I wonder what was wrong with
me. You swim, you get wet. It rains, you get wet. Same end game: You get wet.
So WTF, right? I do not know. I want my beach time to be all sunny. I love
playing that game where you pretend to be a pork cutlet ready for frying and so
you bread yourself with sand before jumping into the water. You get what you
ask for when you suffer from terrible sunburns and you spend close to a week itching
all over. Oops, I digress. Beach + Sun = Fun. Beach + Rain = Not Fun, at least
for me.
What I find cool
about Bag-Ing is that there are those black birds in search for fruits (or
people?) and thus, were flying low. Tourist guide and I went to a secluded spot
to avoid getting wet, which was stupid because we were already wet. Those
birds were there flying low, apparently not giving a damn that we were there.
It was like a beach version of Hitchcock’s movie. All that was lacking were the
freaky sound effects. Death by birds, scary shit. After another half hour, we signaled
the boat to fetch us. We were going back to the inn. That was fast.
The tourist guide
said that Matukad
Beach was THE beach.
Unfortunately, because of the rain we could not go there unless we wanted to do our
very own cheap rip-off version of Cast Away. So we decided to head back to the
inn. The boat ride was not enjoyable at all because we were wet and were still
getting wet because the heavens would not stop crying. I found a large piece of cloth
made of what seemed to be vinyl. I made a tent out of it and buried myself under
a pile of life vests. I could not recall how many hours it took us to get
from one place to another. All I know was that I peeked once in a while on our
way to the twin beaches and saw a lot of flags on the water, traces of a
Survivor challenge. Other than that, it was a long and uncomfortable ride
because of the weather.
CARAMOAN: 03 – Those Twin Beaches
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