Palawan Chronicles IV: Solo Beach Camping in El Nido (Part 2, Swim & Stare)
WARNING: Don’t try this if you don’t know how to swim. Also, solo traveling is kinda boring, especially when all you see is the beach and the beach and the beach. Make sure that you have enough water. Don’t imitate what happened to me on my second day.
So I was awake almost every hour to check the surroundings and make sure my fire is still burning.
I woke up a tad late; I must have enjoyed the fresh sea breeze blowing on my sun-kissed face. Time for some morning coffee after a nice 10-hour sleep on my hammock!
I was calculating if my water can last until the next day. Unfortunately, I need to look for some potable water. The beach and the inner part of it doesn’t have a water source so I am forced to swim to other beach/island and look for a water source. I left my belongings and swam for about 30 minutes (goggles on) and saw another beach- the 7 Commando beach. Good thing that the beach is inhabited, and I befriended the caretakers and asked for a container so I can bring some water to Ipil beach. It was a tiring swim but luckily I found a water source. Thanks to Dindo and Christopher for the container and water. I really don’t know what do if there is no water there.
Anyway, have you ever experience the time while you are traveling that you are not aware of the date anymore, even the time? This happened to me in El Nido. All I know is that it is Saturday and the banca will fetch me the other day. Time doesn’t fly that fast when all you do is stare and stare and stare more (to stare more you can check the 360-degree view of Ipil beach video)…
The Stare (and some reflections)
I placed my sarong on the beach and used my inflatable pillow and took a nap. I love the feeling of “not doing something.” But I’m getting bored. I looked at the sun and it was beginning its descent. White clouds begin to change to golden white because of the sun’s rays. As I said, I’m getting bored- I’ve got nothing to do– or maybe because I have accustomed myself of doing something?
I think that the “BUSY” world expects us to “DO SOMETHING,” requires us to use time and make us work. And so somehow we begin to feel unworthy or useless if we stop doing something. Don’t get me wrong, I dont say that we stop working and just stare forever. What I’m saying is that we have been dictated since birth to do/accomplish something.
After 9 months, we are expected to get out of our mom’s tummy. After 2 weeks, we are expected to open our eyes, we need to cry so we can eat (drink milk), at age 1 we are expected to walk and begin to talk and so on…. All these things we need to do- and so somehow we don’t have a choice growing up but to follow the norm, the “pattern.” (Watch Big Daddy starring Adam Sandler if you want to understand)
It is like the waves- they have no choice but to be blown by the wind or follow the movement of the sea. Are these things born out of design and natural order? Do we have a CHOICE or do we just follow because we are already accustomed to?
Bittersweet Feeling (and some questions on why Filipinos don’t travel)
More than a dozen boats have passed and I’m a bit surprised that I have never seen a single Filipino on board, well, except for the bankeros and their assistant. I asks, “Why is it that Filipinos are still foreigners in their own country?” Is HongKong Disneyland better than Palawan? Is the KL Twin Towers more exciting than Chocolate Hills and that cute Tarsier? Is Bali better than Boracay?
It is a bittersweet feeling- happy to see Westerners brave thousand miles just to see and experience the island. Sad because my countrymen are either busy working or just doesn’t care to travel. Again I ask, “Are Filipinos contented to wait on tables, create tours, drive foreigners and serve them?“ There is nothing wrong with that but if it is like forever, I think one should think twice.
I hope there’s “Another Day in Paradise” as background music while I wait for the dimming of the natural light. Will eat dinner then build fire.
Before sleeping: “My roof is the sky, my floor the sand, my walls the trees, my light the stars, my music the insects’ noise, my bed the hammock. Wish I’m not alone.”
Conclusion: I just swam and stared the second day in Ipil beach, El Nido. Kinda boring if you are alone (read my 2nd tweet again). The next post is exciting as I will share some moments I had when I visited a diminishing tribe of Batac. Until the next post.
The Palawan Chronicles is a 6-part series of unforgettable moments I experienced during my 7-day escapade (December 2010) in Palawan. Some sights have become familiar and common because I stayed in Puerto Princesa City for almost a year but most are seen with fresh insight- rediscovering the beauty of simple life.
Join the adventure and let’s walk among throngs and throngs of Palawenos in Baybay (Baywalk), tour some city spots, survive a 2-day island challenge; visit a vanishing Batac tribe and taste French and Vietnamese influence in this beautiful island paradise. I will also add how much I spent to guide you should you plan to do a Palawan escapade.
Baywalk Christmas Tree Madness / Puerto Princesa City Tour / Solo Beach Camping in El Nido (Part 1) /Solo Beach Camping in El Nido (Part 2) / A Visit to the Vanishing Tribe of Batak / Perfect Match- French Bread & Vietnamese Noodles