Travelling at night is one of the best adventures I’ve experienced.
Riding in a shuttle bus, I sat near the window to have a glimpse of the world when it is dark. As we left Davao City, I saw stars like lights twinkling as if giving shade to the sleepy place. The mountainous trail was engulfed by darkness and the cemented road was lighted only by streetlights. The breeze was cool inducing me to sleep.
At midnight, we were travelling for Bukidnon. The cold, cold wind kissing my skin causes me to wake up. And I wander as I opened my eyes from slumber, I saw fireflies like heavenly bodies illuminating the giant pine trees along the road, as if guiding the travellers to a safety path. It fascinated my mind and made me smile and said to myself how wonderful the creation of our Lord, and I fall asleep again, like my companions as if they were in their homes.
As we travelled in that long and low temperature road, I was awaken by commotion. The passage was almost invisible. The driver was extra cautious since it was covered with fogs, indicating that we’re in the peak trail and a sign that dawn is approaching. The bus was carefully maneuvered by Kuya Mawie, the driver, as if he is the father guiding his siblings to a safety place.
Enjoying our breakfast at Cagayan Port, we took pictures and smelled the fresh breeze from the sea. We took the boat for Camiguin. The sea was so clear and the waves were serene, that when one throws a coin on it, the children can hold the coin with just a click of an eye and that is there way of livelihood as If beggars by the sea.
Approaching the island, I got excited. The heavenly bodies of water was so calm, crystal like clear, you can notice the coral reefs and school of colourful fishes enjoying their swim. As we stepped out, we were ferried by a bus transporting us to our quarters, which was of course near the sea. We left our baggage there and hurriedly took a bus leading to our itineraries. We took the rigid and winding road and almost invaded Camiguin Island for just one day.
The White Sand beach within the beach was a perfect haven especially for lovers. Everything was crystal-like sand, as if I was lost in a paradise, giving me idea to have my marriage ceremony there. The view of the sunken cemetery sinks always in my mind. Where in the world you can see cadavers in a piled coffer?! Probably dead bodies will be preserved because of the salty sea. At the time the waves probably took a nap since the area was so placid, the breeze was exhilarating, pondering what it is like to be buried under the sea. Anyway, that was only the replica of what happened with their cemetery when the angry volcano erupted. The Station of the Cross reminded me always to have God as the center of my life. After enjoying God’s blessings and wonderful—almost perfect creations, we have our cross to carry.
The sumptuous supper we shared was a relief of tiring yet unforgettable moments we have encountered. Our quarters, a cottage near the beach, were cozy enough with that cold breeze blanketing you to close your tired eyes.
The next day, we were awaken by the noises of the joggers passing by. Having our breakfast at the seaside, I saw how the lovely sun rose from a deep sleep. Its rays were colourful and every strike ignites my skin. After having breakfast, we fixed our things because it is now time to leave. As we took the boat leaving for Camiguin, I took my last respect, my vision and I appreciate and marvel God’s work of art. Designed perfectly so that man will take care of it. I brought nothing with me but only memories, a memento kept in my heart, cannot be erased as time passes.
As the song goes,♫ “And I said to myself, What a wonderful world”♫
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