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…
Author: Gay Mitra
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…
