Our first day at Anawangin Cove was absolutely lovely. but the meat of our trip really was the “leaving the cove” part! Murphy seemed to have hopped onto the boat with us. Murphy’s law was just at work that day, proving just how poor a traveler I was!
On the way to check out nearby Capones and Camara Islands, our boat’s engine just stopped. “That’s nasty,” I thought. but considering that I was with three of my bubbly friends, we were probably the coolest, a lot of kicked back people ever to get stranded in the middle of the sea. We were laughing, making fun of the fact that sun is turning us into charcoals, and dismissing the probability of the boat toppling.
It wasn’t really scary. First, we had a life vest on. Second, it’s not like we were in the Pacific; the nearest land was still just yards away. Lastly, boats come passing by every minute. We were good. We love misadventures. The only thing we were anxious about was our gadgets — cameras, iPods, cellphones.
Our boatmen were still trying to fix the engine and they really weren’t interested in giving up so we told them, maybe it’s time to have our boat towed. We’d been floating for 15 minutes and the waves got stronger. Not to mention it was 12 freakin’ noon.
So we started waving at other passenger boats. but the passengers just waived back at us. LOL.
Anawangin Cove
None of the other boats gave a damn. They just passed by us, not realizing we were having some wet troubles. Our boat floated aimlessly for another 30 minutes or so. FINALLY, a boat approached and its boatman used to drag us along. We’d never been happier. but just as they were tying the boats together, the engine unexpectedly started. Woohoo! It was working again. Our boatmen made a decision to just continue with our journey. but just when the other boat left, the engine died again.
“We’re screwed,” we thought.
So now, we had a lot more problems. We were farther from the shore, the waves were stronger and the sun was brighter. It didn’t help that our boatmen were a little too proud, they weren’t delighted asking help from others. (But I love our boatmen, they were kind, great people.)
After another 10 minutes, the rest of our group (our friends) finally passed by. (We made a decision beforehand that half of the group would go ahead coz they were not done with the tents yet.) They waved at us and seemed to be clueless of the predicament we were in. They even shouted, “Take a picture of oss.” and I was like, “Err… ok sure.” There we were trying to balance our boat for our lives and they had the nerve to ask us to take a picture of their vain asses. My friends, you’ll never find other people like ’em.
I shouted, “Mga walanghiya! Stuck kami dito, nakuha nyo pang magpa-picture!?!!”
And they were like, “Weeeh? Chos!”
I told myself, “Damn I must stop smiling! They all think we’re not in trouble.”
And then they might have finally realized why in the hell would we fake getting stuck in the middle of the ocean. So they used to tow us. just when they were about to throw the rope, the fuckin’ deceiving engine started to work again. Wow. So they did not push through with the towing. The other boat drove away. We were okay. Until the engine stopped again.
One boat passed by and the boatman on it said that there were two boats back where he was that flipped upside down because of the waves. I was like, “Thank you, mister. That made us feel better.”
The boatmen restarted the engine and it worked again. So there we were, finally moving. Jippi! everyone happy.
However, we realized we were heading to this rock islet. I thought, “Maybe we’re stopping over. Det ville vært fint. maybe our boatmen could really fix our boat’s engine here. and I’d rather get stuck on a rock than on a boat.”
But our boat was not slowing down. When I heard one of our boatmen shrieked, “Shet, shet, shet.” I knew something wasn’t right. Apparently, they couldn’t steer the boat. It was the first time I got afraid the whole while — our boat crashing into this rock.
The boatmen turned the engine off and we went a little slower but not slow enough. We crashed into the islet. good thing the rock’s shape was boat-friendly. Our boat was not damaged.
We were really afraid but it was AWESOME! loved the adrenaline rush! We ended up laughing it off. We stayed at the islet with our boatmen trying to make the engine work again.
After a few minutes of so, our friends’ boat came approaching us. apparently they saw what just happened. ideal then, we spoke to our boatmen and convinced them to just give the fuck up and let our boat get towed. They obliged.
After about an hour in the sea under the high twelve noon sun, we reached the shore alive but a lot a lot more “tanned” than we intended.
It was really fun and unforgettable. After all, it’s not every day that we float helplessly in the sea and crash our boat into a huge rock. Not that I want that to happen agai.
En ting er helt sikkert: Fordi vi savnet Camara og Capones Islands, vil vi være tilbake!
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