Guijalo Port

We had anticipated that it would take two hours to reach Guijalo port and likewise, as had occurred previously in Sabang, the boat anchored adjacent to the pier because of the high tide.  Clothing that had been previously wet from the pounding waves had dried-up by this time and traces of fine salt visibly outlined like small maps on the fabric of our blue denim jeans.  The tan on my arms smelled like dried fish.  

Sight of a P&H crane in the vicinity, with its boom raised over a huge pile of boulders for filling and reclamation was all indication that the port was in the process of site development and expansion.  The absence of work in progress, as observed, made me realize that it was Sunday, a day of rest.

As we disembarked, we were approached by Jay who took the liberty of introducing himself, whom I had previously hired as a personal tour-guide over the phone a week earlier.  A town-mate of his who presented himself as a grocery owner offered his 4-wheel drive mini pick-up truck that I haggled to rent at 1200 pesos for 6-8 trips spread over the next 4 days.  Both men loaded our things on the pick-up truck and ventured on the short, dusty road to Centro. 

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