Sorry to have been a little silent for the past days, the hooman had her hands full with work (again!) . So without further ado, we give you Part 1 of our Ginatilan Getaway…
Last May 1, Friday, was a non-working holiday here in the Philippines. We celebrated Labor Day, and instead of going through their daily work routines, the hoomans decided to take us along for a two-day trip of plain leisure and all out relaxation.
We headed to a place called Ginatilan, which was about four (4) hours by local transport. In order to get there, we had to take a bus from the South Bus Terminal.
We woke up as early as 4:00 AM in time for the 6:00AM trip.
By 7:30 AM, we were already on our way
We arrived in Ginatilan by 11:00 AM and proceeded to take a 5 minute walk towards the coastal areas, where manang Joyce’s private rest house was located.
Upon arrival, I surveyed the entire area and was rather pleased.
Here is a view of the corner of the island as seen from our beach
Beautiful and virginal Ginatilan is well known for its waterfalls, but when we arrived, we fell in love with its pristine beaches
Without a minute to spoil, manang and I proceeded to test the waters. Aside from us, there was only one more group of people who were there. I courteously introduced myself to the locals, who were at first a little petrified to see a smiling dog with extremely huge incisors.
See how she treats me in front of so many people? You could imagine the level of mortification I went through.
By 1:00 PM, the hoomans had finished preparing our meals and we all had a hearty lunch. A little later, everyone slapped on their sunblocks and went back to the water for some after-meal swim (isn’t that supposed to be bad for the health?)
Here are the three angels who planned out this wonderful vacation. Manang Joyce (sitting on rock) was even kind enough to let Poopie and I sleep with the hoomans in the room- how cool is that?
In order to prevent the rough waves from crashing into the house, they built this sea wall by piling (and maybe concreting) large rocks which were scattered all over the area.
Amidst all these frolicking and horse playing, a lonely soul stood still and silent. We call her- “the gate keeper”… BOL!
Poopie, as you all know, loathes the water, except perhaps, for drinking. Unlike me, she hates taking baths, swimming or simply getting wet.
At around 5-6PM, the waves started to ebb. Watching the skies slowly lighting up as if it were “burning” was mesmerizing.
This is my first time to stay overnight in a beach and live the life of beach bum hoomans.
I spent some good hours sleeping under the moon that night, waiting for the skies to clear up and the stars to line the heavens.
There was one lone star, and even if my inner gutt told me it might have been pretty Venus, I made my wish.
Good night, Ginatilan.