The Cost Of Spontaneity
A sudden change of plan could be disheartening to most people but to me. As it is much more exciting and challenges me to be more spontaneous.
Good News, Bad News
Our trip to Burot beach in Calatagan, Batangas was an unplanned trip. The original plan was a climb to Mount Batulao last weekend. But due to conflict of schedules, the climb was cancelled. We were informed the day before the trip. This is not new to me as I get a lot of these. That’s why even before the trip, I make a research for another possible place to go to, intended not as plan b but for the next trip. I didn’t feel bad upon hearing the news over Facebook. As soon as I learned about it, I informed my workmates about my plan of going to Burot beach. Take note: I was the one who organized the trip.
Shit Happens (Opsss…)
I have to justify myself in this part: My original plan was to bring my things to the office the night before the trip so we can go directly from there. I am out of the office by 10AM. But shit happens!(excuse me for that term) My laundry was still unpicked at the shop so after my work, I head to the shop to pick them up. Very UNFORTUNATELY, my laundry was not ready yet. I have work the following day. I informed my colleagues right away. I told them that I will be going back home after work to pack my things. I made it to the meeting place at 12:20PM. I was late for 20 minutes.
Our bus left the terminal in Pasay at around 1:30PM. I know the importance of time and I know how it feels to wait.
“Sunset” A Bad LSS!
It was past five o’clock and we were still on the road. A few kilometers away from Calatagan. My colleague was so furious with the situation. She could not bear it anymore. I can only imagine how she wanted to get out of that bus and fly if she could to get to the seashore to witness the beauty of that sunset. We were stuck in traffic as a part of a bridge is under construction and only one lane is open for all the vehicles who passes through that place. It took us another hour and a half to get to the jump off to the beach. Along the way, she would keep ranting about me not able to get to the meeting place early. She would remind me about the sunset from time to time. It was dark when we get to the beach. We set up our tent and the “sunset” topic was still brought up. It was echoing to my head already like a last song syndrome (LSS). My other colleagues would also try to bring it up but nothing annoys me more than her that makes it more sound like I am the one to blame for not seeing the “sunset”. I heard it over our dinner, until they finished their drinks, until before I fell asleep. I was irritated!
Early morning, I was awaken by the giggle and chitchat of the girls who woke up early. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw that the weather is good. The sun is not yet out though. I hurried and change my shorts inside our tent, went out and made a splash. I didn’t even brush my teeth or drink a water or take a bite of our breakfast. The water was so calm that no sound of waves one can hear. The water was clear and I swear, it was the most perfect water I’ve ever witnessed. Well, except for the seaweeds and sea urchins. The sand is fine and white, the trees are all over and the whole sea shore is well-kept. It has been years since I saw a calm sea like that. It could’ve been back in my beloved island—Jintotolo island.
The Sunken Sandbar
We all had our breakfast at around 8AM. Took pictures–swim–a little chitchat–then dip into the water–then eat a little–then swim, until two boatmen approached us and offered to bring us to a “white sand bar”. We grabbed the offer as we all wanted to see it. It was about a three to five minutes of boat ride. It was high tide then so the sandbar was already submerged. So we just enjoyed swimming around the shallow part in the middle of the sea. We stayed for about 20 to 30 minutes under the scorching heat of the sun along with the other group. Thanks to Kath’s sunblock (*with SPF 50) for keeping our skin from sunburn but not with our skin colors. LOL
Blame It On The Weatherman
About lunch time when we took a bath (there’s no shower in the beach) and get ourselves ready. And oh, the “sunset” thing was all over the whole time. (It didn’t end there. I even read it on her status and comments on Facebook a few days after. She even gave a name “Sunset” to my iPad. How’s that?!) I was so casual the whole time because it would be so unmanly to fight back but deep inside I’m already pissed off! I only managed to answer back with “please drop it” but still smiling as I don’t want to ruin my trip. They decided to stay to catch the sunset. I have to go back to Manila as I have work schedule at 7PM that day. I never protested of me going home solo. I asked the other group if I could go with them. Transportation (coming & going) to that place is not as easy as getting a taxi in Makati. That trip was so memorable to me. It made me think of doing backpacking solo again. I won’t enjoy if someone around make “parinig” and make it sound like “it’s all your fault” kind of joke. Even if it’s a joke. I never complaint about anything the whole time and never did I posted on Facebook or Twitter that I was annoyed about the situation. I already apologized the moment I arrived in our meeting place. It could be bearable if the joke lasted for a couple of hours. But hearing it the whole time, it makes you think of going back home and wished that you never joined the trip. It was a bitter-sweet trip for me. Because I was able to get to a place as peaceful as Burot beach but losing a friend whom I considered a backpacker like me whom I could count on whenever I have a trip.