We arrived at Hayangabon only to cancel the trip because the resort we were supposed to stay was also damaged by the typhoon. At this point we had series of calls from our parents asking us what the plans were. It was a good thing Glen knows of a friend who can accommodate us in for a few nights. All we needed a dry, and safe place to shake off tiredness, and assure our families back home that we were okay.
We woke up to grey clouds but it did not stop us from taking some coffee at the beach after a long walk along the beach line. Since none of us knew how to surf, and wasn’t so keen on trying it on those crazy waves — the sand, and sea became our playground. (Images from The Traveling Feet & IronWulf)
We bought additional provisions, and food supply at the local market. Glen was our head cook while the rest of us busied helping him in the kitchen. We were well fed thanks to him. And when you’ve lugged dirty clothes for a few days – you understand the importance of the concept of space. Especially when it’s been raining out, and you can’t find any dry place to hang your laundered clothes, and there’s seven of you doing it at the same time.
By the afternoon Jam, Doi, Ferdz, and I were looking for a decent place where we can check our emails, and work on pending workloads. We were walking along the road, and were looking out for a pedicab when a jeep pulled over, and gave us a ride to town. I have to say that the guy was a bit disappointed when he realized there was a guy with us.
Grateful, we asked to be dropped off at the town’s church, and from there we took a walk to the town plaza. Cantilan is a small town that you can find just about anything near the town plaza. But internet connection is a bit difficult to find. We entertained ourselves with stories, movie marathon, and some jokes told over preparing food for everyone.