Going Home
tried snorkeling again and found only a few fishes. I lent hathim my fins and went to the shallow rocks were Eds was just splashing around. He was a pool guy and not accustomed to beaches. People are starting to crowd the island. I guess because it's a Sunday. And I think it was also fortunate that we had the whole island by ourselves yesterday. Mutts and JR who are both writers, were building up numerous scenarios on how the island would have been a perfect setting for a horror or suspense flick like "I know what you did last summer" or better yet "I know what you did last summer and who you did it with".
Snorkeling
On our way home, our bangkero (boatman) was obviously drunk. I guess those guys just drank off the money we paid them earlier. He was a real jerk as he insisted we just leave our trash behind and turned out to be more bastard when he agreed that we take it but just throw it out in the middle of the ocean. He was so drunk that he doesn't even know what he's saying. When we were having our groups pictures, he kept on boasting that he's also into "Photography" before (and guess what he didn't even got a group picture from my camera!!). I remember Drew's face when he placed his camera in the guy's armpits after taking a shot at it. Good thing we made it back to the shore in Pundaquit safe and sound. But it was disappointing to know that the people here are not that educated in preserving nature. Sooner, the island would have been spoilt with trash.
Before we left Zambales we had a nice lunch at one of the canteens there. Grace whose birthday was just a few days ago, treated us for a coffee crumble ice cream. And after that, everything seems to fall in the same place. We went home via the same Bus and crew we came by. And boy they did remembered us.
