The road was deserted. Our tricycle came to a halt right in front of Lazi Convent’s entrance. I stepped out of the vehicle and shifted my gaze from the convent to San Isidro Labrador Church (or simply Lazi Church). Lazi Convent, humbly grand.There’s something about the rawness and unpolished-ness of the two that make them…
Author: Gay Mitra
Siquijor: Kagusuan Beach
Our driver arrived on the dot. He waved when he saw me through Hotel Agripino’s restaurant window. 7:30 AM was what we agreed on. Shervin and I had just finished our brekkie then. A long stretch of powdery white sand.We walked out of the hotel and towards the tricycle. The driver approached us, took our…
Snapshot Saturday: The Cliff And I
Siquijor: Salagdoong Beach
The sun’s rays kissing the white sands of Salagdoong Beach in the late morn was blinding my sleepy eyes. I just stepped out of Hotel Agripino. I yawned and stretched (and heard my idle bones crack) and trudged to the shore. Blinding white.Shervin, equally sleep deprived but already donning his board shorts, walked beside me….
Snapshot Saturday: Staircase To A Crater
Siquijor: Surrendering to Serenity
I sat to compose myself. The sweltering midday heat was infuriating my hormones. Twelve weeks into the pregnancy and there I was in Dumaguete Port battling morning sickness yet brushing off the idea of slowing down. We were waiting for our ferry to Siquijor. A calming welcome. View of Siquijor’s shore upon docking. Shervin and…
