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| Paniman Fishing Village |
Five minutes later, the road ended at a small sandy clearing patched with towering coconut trees and a cluster of fishermen huts fenced with bamboo splints. The sea spread right in front of us, lined with short slithering silver waves that raced to shore with the billowing cool morning breeze. And yonder between the other huts and the sea are several small pump boats that seemed to have just arrived earlier with their catch, I estimate to be no more than enough for an extended family's sustenance for less than a week.
We get introduced to a stocky, fierce-looking boat owner Ramil, whose family name Cruel attributed fittingly to his looks and sounded bizarre for a Filipino surname. But his polite, gentle voice immediately betrayed his daunting countenance, and surely, his atypical and unusual surname altogether. By default, he will serve as the skipper of his 20-foot outrigger named Princess. Tugging along was his assistant, whose name had escaped me, and Jay, our personal tour-guide, thus completing a crew of three mariners for our chartered sea transport that surprisingly looked relatively new – or, maybe just looked swanky with a recent paint work. Perhaps taking time-off from fishing, Ruel finds renting out his outrigger a lucrative alternative. The assistant and Jay took turns transferring our accoutrements to the boat as Karina and Carmela took pleasure plunging their feet in the rise and ebb of each tide. I just kept snapping away, shooting here and there.
The fishing village was just about busy that hour with most household members attending to the previous night’s catch that came in early this morning. Bronze-tanned fishermen hang nets for drying and repair as the smell of salty dried fish pervaded the air. Nearby Gota village and its iconic rock outcrop opposite the cove formed its karstic landscape on the southeast corridor of the mainland. Sooner than I thought, my shooting was interrupted by calls from the kids that everything was ready for us to leave.
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| Gota |
We get introduced to a stocky, fierce-looking boat owner Ramil, whose family name Cruel attributed fittingly to his looks and sounded bizarre for a Filipino surname. But his polite, gentle voice immediately betrayed his daunting countenance, and surely, his atypical and unusual surname altogether. By default, he will serve as the skipper of his 20-foot outrigger named Princess. Tugging along was his assistant, whose name had escaped me, and Jay, our personal tour-guide, thus completing a crew of three mariners for our chartered sea transport that surprisingly looked relatively new – or, maybe just looked swanky with a recent paint work. Perhaps taking time-off from fishing, Ruel finds renting out his outrigger a lucrative alternative. The assistant and Jay took turns transferring our accoutrements to the boat as Karina and Carmela took pleasure plunging their feet in the rise and ebb of each tide. I just kept snapping away, shooting here and there.
The fishing village was just about busy that hour with most household members attending to the previous night’s catch that came in early this morning. Bronze-tanned fishermen hang nets for drying and repair as the smell of salty dried fish pervaded the air. Nearby Gota village and its iconic rock outcrop opposite the cove formed its karstic landscape on the southeast corridor of the mainland. Sooner than I thought, my shooting was interrupted by calls from the kids that everything was ready for us to leave.
next page
My other blogs:
Jou San! Sham Shui Po
Traditional Hong Kong Herbal Tea House
Where Is Josephine Bracken?
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