I promised myself to finish this Holy Week Hop series by Sunday so I have to post.

Here are some more photos I gathered from Dasol, Pangasinan that beautiful Black Saturday morning.

While waiting for my turn to take a bath, I decided to give my 70-200 2.8L some exercise. Here is, plain and simple, a photo of a rooster.

A social climber.

A defensive dog.

Si Puti. How cliche.

Rex seeking shade.

And finally, a parting shot from Tambobong. (Not from the 70-200 2.L)

Moving on, moving on.

3/28/08

Another white sand beach discovery! In one of our YM conferences before this trip, I suggested that we visit Brgy. Tambobong which is a distant coastal community in the town of Dasol. After seeing some of the pics on the net, we agreed that this would be our campsite for our second night.

From the national highway, we turned into a small street with a marker that said “Tambobong Beach 22 Km.”

Well that wasn’t too far. We’ve been driving around for around 2 days already, how hard would an additional 22 kilometers be? I thought.

A bit hard because almost all of the 22 kilometers were made of rocks and dirt. And we were getting real hungry!

Pulling into Brgy. Tambobong, we immediately noticed the abundance of pumpboats which was very distracting and somewhat disappointing since the shore was really good and the waters were clean, clear and sandy.

Out in the distance, we sighted a small island with a clean stretch of white sand hugging its chores and about 6 or 7 palms standing tall. This was Snake Island, we were told. Back in the day, the wizened Brgy. Captain told us that a thriving community of snakes lived on the island and were notorious in coming out in the night, most probably to feed. The Kapitan even went on recalling how he served as Noli De Castro’s (currently the Vice President of the R.P.) guide when he was still hosting Magandang Gabi Bayan (MGB) a weekly magazine show on ABS-CBN.

We asked if travelers regularly camped on Snake Island. They said NO.

With this, we loaded our stuff into a well-sized pumpboat and sailed on to Snake Island. We resisted camping in a residential area. Para kaming naghahanap ng pasakit sa buhay.

Again, I missed out on the sunset but the memory of this huge ball of light dipping into the South China Sea, of our boat see-sawing to the pouncing waves, of the salty wind in our face, will not be forgotten.

After setting-up camp, the moon emerged from the clouds and threw this blue-purple cast all around.

We practically had the whole island to ourselves. Which was eerie and at the same time exciting.

Again. I am overwhelmed.

F*ck the snakes. We would deal with that thought later on.

Oh. And don’t you just love the word “Tambobong” ? How soft the sound escapes your lips. How bouncy. Say it with me. “Tambobong, Tambobong, Tambobong.”

You’re saying it aren’t you?