So… I don’t really know how to begin this post other than to say sorry about the loooong wait between installments. As 2019 is finally upon us, I’m going to do something different. I’m not going to promise anything to avoid disappointing you. Instead, I’m just going to try harder to be more prompt with my posts. I hope that hasn’t turned you off yet. If it hasn’t, let’s get on with the next part of my little Cebu escapade.
Morning at Malapascua came with a bit of a drizzle. More than a drizzle, actually; I actually doubted the Kalanggaman thing was happening because of the rain. Plus I woke up feeling a bit under the weather (no pun intended, trust me), which made staying in a bit more appealing. But hey, I didn’t know when I’d be coming back (and the weather was actually improving), so I might as well suck it up and go out.
The tour guide who offered the trip arrived to take me to the beach, where other tourists were waiting to leave for the island. Once everyone was accounted for (there were about 30 of us, excluding the tour guides and boat men), we boarded a big boat and off we went.
Now, remember I said the weather was getting better? False alarm. As soon as we hit open waters, the waves slammed our boat like nobody’s business. Seriously, it was like riding a roller coaster. Plus it was cold. Really cold. I actually came on the trip wearing a jacket because of the morning chill and the slight drizzle, so it turned out to be a good decision. We were getting drenched, but the jacked helped stave off the chill.
We left Malapascua at 9 in the morning and arrived at the island almost three hours later. Now you know how certain circumstances might affect one’s perception of something? Well, the weather and my slight affliction might have had something to do with it, but I have to tell you, Kalanggaman Island wasn’t much when we got there. I know it looks gorgeous on Instagram; it’s actually one of the things that prompted me to agree to the trip. But upon seeing it for myself, I feel like my time would’ve been better spent somewhere else.
Lunch, which was prepared by the boatmen, was a feast consisting of rice, roast pork, and an assortment of fruit. Then, after about an hour more of frolicking and as the dark clouds threatened more rain, we piled back onto the boat and pulled out of the island.
Back out in the open water, the waves were angrier than ever, picking up the boat and slamming it down again like it owed them money. We all literally had to hold on to something to stay in our seats. It was actually the first time I felt like I did need the life jacket that boat men usually hand out (they didn’t this time). And did I mention how cold it is?
By the time we got back to Malapascua, I—along with everyone else—was completely drenched even though I didn’t even go swimming. It was not the best time to get lost getting back to my resort, but life decided it would be funny to throw that at me at that moment. Anyway, as soon as I found my way back, I kissed the floor of my room, and took a nice, long, hot shower. Under different circumstances, I might have enjoyed Kalanggaman Island, but that day I was just happy to get back to my room and wash the day’s sand and salt off me. Hopefully I’ll have a better experience if I come back in the future.
We’re almost to the finish line; I just have one more post to wrap up this series. Hang in there.
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