Caramoan

Beneath Your Feet

Matukad Island, Caramoan, Philippines.

Matukad Island, Caramoan, Philippines.

The sight and feel of an island: the sand, the sea and the salt in the air is enough for me to go right now, imagining myself taking long strides on its fine shore, happily wearing a smile under pure bliss and artfully enjoying taking photos of what my eyes dazzle of its odd grandeur.

When I had my fair share of experiencing getting out there when the going gets tough, I really enjoyed myself traveling to those places. Maybe it be marred with annoying or rude interactions still you need to be on the road and let it not drag you behind. A relative learning process for me so thinking on your feet comes handy here. With these few travels that I’ve had most of it was zoned in my selfish ways of disposition. I wanted to detach, get away with no reasons. I wanted to be bold and carefree. The irony is in me. I am in a bubble of wanting to get away but I am with a company in all these travels I had. Nevertheless, holding to that feeling and sensitively guarding myself while everyone’s sleeping on the bus or boat, I fall into introspection. The quiet passing of time and the speed of traversing the road or the sea is enough for me to soak in the moment. To soak myself of things that I need to straighten out.That time is in the past now, I may say.

To my future travels what I want is to let the time pass in peace. Taking my moments not falling to oblivion of my company rather breathing normally with all my senses fully aware of my surrounding, the nature and the people I am with. Fanning the energy that is life reassuring is what I want for myself to radiate.

 

 

Wall

When I visited Caramoan for the first time I searched Facebook before the trip to see what will I be expecting of the islands in terms of its landscape. As I reached it I came to see and feel that most of the islands I laid on were all karst. The overall landscape of these islands were like coral reefs out of water.

Deep crevices, sponge-like textures of the limestone and smoothed bases with fine, creamy sand form the barrier against the continuous waves of sea water that naturally erodes or defaces these walls. It was an amazing karst topography made by Mother Nature through time.

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Matukad Island, Caramoan. Hidden part of the island that reveals a tiny cove only during low tide.

This particular karst wall amazed me. I did touched its sponge-like holes. Some of it were smooth, some were sharp and rough. These walls have huge rugged boulders shaped like bricks cemented on top of the other while a portion have these long and triangular mold, like a tip of a spear.

I am still full in awe to seeing how these islands have been created and it took time, really a long, long time to evolve into a beautiful and unique landscape that it is now. I hope and pray that people—tourists, locals—and so with our provincial government will continue to protect, conserve and save these gift of nature.

As tourism boosts on this once unheard of quaint coastal town, I am taking this platform to shout out to you my readers that when you get the chance to visit Caramoan, please bring trash bags with you when you are going island hopping. Encourage your family, friends and co-tourist not to litter. Also, do not be tempted to leave your initials on these walls. These walls are irreplaceable. Keep vandals to our notes and personal freedom walls. What happened with the leave no trace but footprints?

It is easy to discover and visit hidden paradises that have been built, formed by the elements—sun, wind, water and heat—with the help too of natural calamities like storms and earthquakes but all these have happened within centuries and millennium fold. With our co-existence to these natural wonders each one of us is expected to become stewards of these creation.

We need to remind ourselves that we live, thrive and depend for sustenance on parts of these beautiful landscape so it is mutually sound to take care of them, even in our own little good habits.

Bromance

Brotherhood. November, 2012. Caramoan, Philippines.

Brotherhood. November, 2012. Caramoan, Philippines.


When brotherhood means standing for the ones you love even when the tough gets going and leaving them behind is not the option just to make it through but rather sticking together will get things moving. Eventually it will get better.

I celebrate our brotherhood, our brotherly love as it continues to ground us towards making our dreams come to life and a reminder too that we only have ourselves to stand up for anything that life throws up at us.


 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life

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street

I think I should have used the sweep panorama function of my digital camera to neatly stitched them together but obviously I did not.

I was distracted with the funny antics of my cousins while they were shopping for souvenirs.

With my attention quickly directed at them [Seriously, I am nowhere near to having a short attention span disorder. 🙂 ] I can’t help but give in to some laughs and smiles with them. This is Caramoan’s town busy market. Not quite that busy eh? Their level of busy-ness is same to what my town has, since it is quaint and teeming with familiar faces for business and stall owners selling their own produce and other services that is in micro proportions,

this is the most kind of street life you will observe and see on this part of the province where I am from.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Perspective

fishermen in caramoan

One would think that the left side photo is showing that these fishermen are casting their nets readying to haul out the big catch for the day.

But, looking closely at the right photo it reveals that they are still on land by the shore to be exact untangling, drying and putting into a roll their fishing nets ready for the next day’s catch.

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