Each of us strapped our life vests around our torso and chose a comfy spot to sat on. Our boat began sailing on the water, between seven-thirty and eight I believe. The sky wasn’t full bright yet and the water was dark green. But when the first few islets came in the view, I pressed the video play of my action camera and my friend snapped photos. It’s good to be sitting in front.
The Governor’s Island
Our boat driver was also our tour guide. He explained that most of the islands were not only too small but have no sandy areas for some quick laze. We could only view them from the moving boat. He then suggested the nearest major island and among the big ones, which is the Governor’s Island. This island features a staircase, over than 100 steps to climb, for a better view of the nearby islets.
As soon as I stepped on the salty water, I felt a little pang in one of my foot. A small part on the sole between my big toe and pointer toe had a cut. I learned that I should not wear a rubber-made flip-flop if I have the intention to walk for hours, and in my case, a few days of travelling. Nonetheless, I can endure any kind of pain. That little deep cut, although painful, didn’t worry nor stop me from climbing to the viewing deck. And believe it or not, I was doing a better job walking up the stairs than those two women – I made it second, my friend as the winner.
The sun was shining bright in the sky when we reached the top. We could see several islands in different sizes and shapes. It’s certainly a great view for some selfie or group shots. However, I couldn’t savour the stinky smell. Obviously, it’s not animal’s, so whoever did that should be ashamed! And what are the environmental fees for exactly, let me ask? It took us maybe less than ten minutes before my friend and I went down.
There were plastic floaters that were attached together to form a bridge. This connects the Governor’s Island and an islet. I didn’t go to the other side as there’s nothing much in there. I stopped briefly in the middle for some pictures though. How could not I when the water was clear? You could see the dark green seaweeds, earth coloured corals, and schools of little yellow fish.
When I went back, saw my friend with a young lad carrying a Styrofoam cooler. He’s enjoying a popsicle ice cream. I wanted one too.
“How much is that?” I asked referring to the Magnum chocolate ice cream he bought. For the first few seconds, I was hoping he would treat me but he didn’t.
“Ninety pesos“, he replied.
I find that too expensive as it’s only fifty or sixty pesos. I asked the young vendor if he has a buko (coconut) flavoured one. He pulled one from his cooler and handed it to me then said it’s twenty pesos. It tasted a little bland but too cold to ease me from losing some energy walking up and down the staircase.
The Romulo Island
We then headed to the next island, the Romulo Island. It was a quick stop but I was able to soak my whole body in white monokini in the fresh, cool water and it felt so good. We also made a few video clips of me swimming, but too embarrassed to show (haha, sorry).
The Marcos Island
There were more islets along the way as we made our way to Marcos Island. Upon reaching it, I thought this was the most interesting island so far. You could just sit down on the sand and spoil yourself with the breathtaking sight. I loved the blue and green water. The waves were much better and the rocks were quite pleasing to the eyes too. But there were more fascinating spots to further enjoy this island. We all went up the stairway with a couple of sheds on the side, each offers a resting place and a better view of the beautiful surroundings of the Hundred Islands. Everyone went up further until I was all alone taking a lot of solo photos, but none was clear enough to share.
I followed the trail that leads to a cave. Anyone is allowed to jump into the hole as long as you use a life vest. I knew this is something my friend wouldn’t want to miss but he complained about wearing the vest. He’s a good swimmer and has probably done this (cliff diving) a lot of times so he thought it’s not necessary but he obliged anyway.
I think he was waiting for me, or maybe he wanted to be videotaped? Either way, it would be fun to do it together. He jumped first and watching him do that seemed fun. I was ready to jump but suddenly feeling reluctant. I couldn’t do it. I was stupidly scared. Both our tour guide and one of the women were recording, since I asked them to, and patiently waiting. They were encouraging me or else they’d stop recording.
“Just jump,” my friend called my attention like it’s very super easy. Well, it is obviously. I was just trapped by fear. I stood at the edge of the cliff for about twenty minutes. I did nothing.
Then a young couple came around. The guy jumped off but the girl was quite scared. I invited her to jump together because I knew a little push by doing it with someone at the same time would make me do it. She put on the life vest and went down where I was. The problem was that she couldn’t do it either. Bummer.
My friend got satisfied swimming in the cold, shallow water of the cave. He exited through the opening that leads to the shore where our boat parked. As for me, I never experienced the fun of it. Too bad. I hope I have more courage if I go back the second time.
The next stop was in the middle of the water. It’s a snorkelling and diving spot. There were a lot of tourists here, including a group of Japanese who were looking toward our boat like we’re some celebrity or something. I wondered why but I’ll never know.
My friend went in the water to snorkel as the two women for a swim. I was sitting on the boat, watching them and letting the breeze brushes my skin. After a few minutes, I decided to go to one of the side bars of the boat and be photographed. I could fall off any time if I’m not careful, and trying to sit down was tricky. Looking at the deep water made me feel a little uneasy but I managed to calm myself down. Trying to remain still, I found myself enjoying the view. Those few seconds were invigorating. Then the panic mode hit me again when I realised the most difficult part was standing. I wondered how could I turn around without slipping. Somehow, I told myself that I can do it. My grip was good and made it back safely. Apparently, there are a few things I need to improve myself and do not let fear consume me.