Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Friday, December 27, 2002
My cousin and I found a shipwreck in Subic. We did. And I don’t mean the type where they place the stuff where tourists can find it. I mean a real shipwreck.
I invited my cousins to explore the other side of the beach (at the same time, ask them to pose for me). Let’s just say that we wandered further than we planned. Soon, the beach line became thinner and the rocks grew bigger and more frequent. The forest became thicker too. I was jumping from one rock to another imagining I was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. One slip, one toe touching the sand, and I’ll turn into a sand pillar. Besides that, I was the only girl in the group of five. And I know I’d hate it if they say I should stay behind because my boobs are too heavy to carry.
And then we saw IT. Our shipwreck… At first, we weren’t so sure whether it was a plane or a ship. And we kinda fancied the idea of finding a skeleton in it. Although I must admit it was creepy. I want to become an archeologist, but I never wanted to explore the sea. I’m more scared of the underwater than a roomful of mummies (I’m making an assumption).
Anyways, we never did concluded what part of the ship our first find was… But the second part was definitely a barge. My second cousin who took up marine engineering informed me.
We inspected our ship. Seashells were growing on it and it looked more like a rock than a metal frame. So we concluded that it was really old. It was eerie.
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Later we saw a HUGE rock nearby. We climbed on top of it. Remember the scene in Survivor Africa where they climbed the top of mountain and just enjoyed the scene? Well, I felt like I was of them at that moment. It was so quiet. My cousins and I stopped talking to each other. I swear I could hear a fly buzzing.
Suddenly, I don’t know why. An idea struck me. This place is a perfect make out place. Nobody will bother you because it’s way way out of lifeguard’s view, and other boats are virtually non-existent.
The fairies of the forest and the sea probably read my thought and punished me severely. I slipped from one of the rocks, which made all my cousins nervous because I don’t think they were up to the task of carrying me back… Good thing, my guardian angel saved me. I know he did, because at that moment his name came to me. Thanks Raphael… Thanks for saving me on Christmas day…
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