Pagudpud | Ready for a Wet Summer

Rain or shine, it is still summer!

They don't have the scorching fire and the stars; only the humble wind and the native Ilocanos. They don't have the grandest resorts and hotels; only their refreshing coconut unders and nipa cottages.

Yes, that was depicting an unblemished picture of Pagudpud. And to complete the perfect frame are fancy white sands and bumpy rock formations. Maybe a sketch of disadvantages for others, but I say, these are honest flaws that will direct its way to development. It may not parallel the already mural name of Boracay or the wonder title of Palawan at present. But enlivening a new Da Vinci to paint a masterpiece Pagudpud is a sure thing my friend.

Now, Pagudpud is calm and poised. Bottomless and boundless. Shot and ready to be printed. But how will it face the new wet summer this 2011. Will it just soften like a tissue paper?

I heard the issue first in the last days of March [here]. Hmmm... So it will not be the hottest summer? It's alright, I said. But it will be a conflict to the schedule of vacationers. Right?

Then I, at a corner... thinking how to spend my summer. If it will really be a pouring experience. Where to throw away the fun? Where to see majestic views? Where to take good photographic shots. But why stressed my mind if we already have neighboring Pagudpud.

As I reminisced the time we had here, in a quirky conversation of the sun, the clouds, the rain, the waves, and the wind, I came into conclusion. Wet summer cannot get Pagudpud in trouble.

Here we go!

We really missed high school. Everyone of us. Those days. Isn't it? So when we, our batch, had the time for a reunion, a beyond summer get-away, we grabbed it. That clover chance! 

The day started just fine. We cooked for our lunch. After everything was up, we rode in a jeep to reach few kilometers Pagudpud. We were halfway when it drizzled. Then stronger. Bigger fall. Then it tuned... Now finer. Still, we sang, screamed, shouted, talked a lot. Until we arrived. All smile.

Because our poor tums were already begging for their coins, we took immediately our lunch. One hour later, we strolled the area. The weather. Dark. Bright. Wind. Rain. Unpredictable! Where's the fun here? Sorry, but we will start it right away! We'll be defining pleasure close to outrage! Wooooh!

First, we hit the waves! They were so cute. Like babies teasing and giggling. Blue! I was convincing a friend for a sexy pictorial. One did the demonstration. But my friend rejected the offer. Too shy, huh!

From small and shy to enormous and despicable splashes! These thrilled us.

We were shocked. Enthralled!

To keep the fun... we jumped and ran in the shoreline. Still with the chasing waves! They were irresistable!

Ok, this is not a family picture. But one in no-discrimination. Girl. Boy. Homo. Fat. Thin. Curly. Straight. We love our batch!

Then I found myself following two buddies. Before them are two foreigners, two surfers.

Having some nice shots. My friend - who refused to do some poses earlier. The surfer. And this flower in my soaked hands, shaking!

Then they asked me to join them in a group picture. Because I was taking pictures all along. At last, the tripod was used. They seemed excited! I thanked them for the smiles and the hug.

Finally, the sun came up and gave us this wonderful scene. What a perfect picture to close this another album of memories!

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