home to our mangyan brothers and sisters is the province of mindoro, on the southern tip of batangas province. apart from the tamaraws, this province boasts itself as the nearest diving capital to manila. so diverse is the marine life here that vacationers could hardly find their own spot in the major beaches, particularly on the peak summer months. Fortunately, this gem island province also protects numerous coves and bays, some of them still untamed and far from the diving hubs. some independent resorts settled themselves apart from the populated sabang, la laguna beaches, white and aninuan beach. thier isolation and privacy and silent perfect beauties lie waiting for indulgent tourists.
And true enough, one of them offered me a place for my senses..
the resort had its own port, ready for its speedboat delivering visitors from the muelle pier, the main port entry to the norther mindoro. lined in the port are sitting, and dining areas.
on the edge off the water sat the lazing area where comfortable couches invitingly rested around. opposite this communal area was the very unique bar area furnished literally around a buri tree.
still overlooking the beautiful bay, was the swimming pool where half a dozen lounges laid ready for tanning enthusiasts.
and indeed, the best facility were the villas, all with their own lofts and beautiful bathrooms and relaxing porches..
not long ago, i was here and it was an experience of peace and comfort.
one noon, i was on to my first speedboat ride.i was to believe that indeed i was being transported into one beautiful memory. for one day, i lived isolated from the world. just the awesome beautiful surroundings and the new experiences. i was to explore the nearby coves, view the beautiful sunset on a footpath slightly elevated right beside the cliffs and the characteristic rock boulders.most of the night, i spent wading in the pool. i tried to learn and readied myself to a day of snorkeling and exploring. i slept in the singing of the fireflies and woke up in the sound of the waves. i started my day in the raft, watched the fishes,touched and felt the sweet coldness of the sea. i had a sumptous breakfast. just enough for i was to explore the seas on kayak, and ala robinson crusoe visited one unprotected bay.I was frightened when without warning there was the sudden rise of tides, and i could still hear myself screaming and i could still see myself in a swift run through wild sand to recover my kayak.
i was no swimmer. i had no vest. and it was open sea.
i experienced vulnerability. and yet there was peace.
"photos borrowed from travelsamrt.""
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