Back to Dumaguete

I found myself on an trepidatious fast bus ride going back to Dumaguete. And every time the bus driver hits the accelerator , I step on imaginary brakes in front of me. I’m not sure if the driver noticed it but his face is like a yahoo smiley that grins every time my body language is looking for the imaginary brakes.

Just like the old times, when in fear, I think of happy thoughts. While I still can’t get over with the rustic beauty of the sandbar, the scenic view of Negros Oriental going back to Dumaguete is fantastic. I’m not sure if it’s just me but the air smells like a boiling brown sugar. Kinda addictive. Perhaps, I was just craving for Sans Rival I thought.

 

Horror, Mystery, and Good Life in the Middle of the Sea

When there’s no electricity, there’s not much you can do. Although there’s a cellphone and 3G internet signal, I was saving my Galaxy S2’s precious battery power for emergency purposes and the fact that it’s half empty and it’s only 3pm.

The tide has risen to approximately 4 feet and the winds got stronger. With almost no place to shoot at, I went down the stairs to a concrete platform no bigger than a dining table. Unsatisfied, I took the risk of jumping at the sandbar once again and took some shots.

 

The Mangrove Tour

My trip to mangroves was prearranged by the local tourism in Manjuyod. I paid 1 thousand pesos.

The scene was quite interesting at first.

But when I reached the end, I’m not sure if I was disappointed or just too curious that I expected to see angels singing hallelujah between the mangroves.

Well… maybe this is just not my cup of tea. I prefer water and sand than plants perhaps? For 1k pesos… I think it’s not worth it as oppose to some blogs that I’ve read. The scenery around might be enough to compensate though.