indeed...during the last hour of our trip back to buyong from a 2-day tryst in the islands of bohol, we all thought that we were already on our way to meeting our creator.
we left hambongan an hour later as planned, deciding to snorkel at the sanctuary which the locals boast to be the best place for said activity. the amazing treasures that greeted us in the underwater kingdom held us spellbound that we only realized later that an hour has already elapsed and it was time to leave.
the trip back started okay with the waters mildly rough...rough but
manageable that i squatted 3 seats from the edge of the prow...for a spell, our small banca rocked a bit (a little less frightening than enchanted kingdom's log jam)...but when mactan island was already in sight, the waves seemed bigger, and stronger...our navigator was a fine one, adjusting our speed and direction, riding the wave and veering away from it before it reaches its crest and completing its cycle...crashing wildly back into the sea...with the thought in mind that waves twice as big as our banca is a common thing, i was perfectly calm, talking animatedly with joan and lira until i saw verna move back and held onto the sides with both arms asking for a lifevest...i donned my lifejacket then, sat still and waited for our end...
but God is good, we're back...unscathed...another reason to be grateful
