In Anawangin, when your boatman say it is difficult to cross, make sure to gather all your guts and never forget to put on your life vest. It was Sunday (January 13, 2013) afternoon and we run out of resources (food and water). Staying a little longer in the cove would mean getting hungry. Hence, we took the risk of crossing the violent sea.
The water fronting the cove was calm but after passing the spit, the water surface changed its identity, turning into something outrageous, something like a raging beast.
The waves were enormous, tilting our boat for up to 50 degrees and almost breaking the bow when dropped. Subsequently after the drop was a splatter of bucketful of salt water – that made the boatman’s assistant busy dewatering using a manual pump.
The boatman, on the other hand, kept his eye on the most dangerous wave—slowed down when necessary and sped up when there were chances.
We’re all wet and the strong wind was chilling us. Though I enjoyed the thrill, I couldn’t set aside the worry for my friends who took the other boat without the life jacket and those with me who were already shivering and throwing up.
We felt a little relieved when we saw the shore of Barangay Pundaquit, the drop off area. But uneasiness took over when the boatman said that it is difficult for us to reach the shore. The breaking waves were a lot turbulent and might sink the boat.
Upon seeing other boats taking the risk and successfully reached the shore, our boat followed. Navigating at a top speed, the bow immediately docked in the dry land. Every passenger were ordered to get off the boat and, with the help of many courageous men, the boat was successfully lifted to a safe area.
It was one of the longest one-hour of our lives, not only for our group but also for those who risked for that soul-snatching ride.
I believe it requires a skill to battle the rogue waves so I was very thankful to the boatman who successfully sent everybody back to Pundaquit safe.
The photos below are the memories we had during our stay in Anawangin but the cruise (the term may be inappropriate) from Anawangin to Pundaquit was the scene that deeply carved to our memories.