This Side of Paradise: Throwback Caramoan and travel when there's a chance

First I want to say I am worried of climate change. Although the cataclysm on earth is yet to come not in the century that I am living, I feel concerned much this way.

If this is Roman empire time, I might have been dead since the life expectancy is 22 and I am over that. My life is longer and might still be longer, I have choices. I have the power to travel if I will persevere. I want to see the world better by seeing it with my own eyes. I want to see the churches of Florence, I want to exactly see with my eyes how Iceland and the people looks like and why they are one of the richest country in the world. I want to see the wall that divides north and south of Korea. I want to see the trans-siberian railway in order to travel from Japan to Russia. I want to see the circle houses of the Zulu world of Africa. I want to see them more than the pictures the internet is showing me.

I dream enriching my purchasing power on traveling but I am yet to surpass again a wall--finding and returning to the job market.

So while I dream on, I throwback today our Caramoan trip, 3 years ago.

The agency I used to work was celebrating it's anniversary that year. During the preparation, our OIC Manager said something like this, "We have to make sure we do this. One day the islands will become privatized and strict in allowing visitors to see the islands like what happened in some beaches in Masbate."

Boat Service of Survivor Israel, just posing. :)

I was totally excited that time. It was my first time visiting a high quality beach. My sister insisted in coming with us, on her own expense.

Today, I try to remember the beauty of the place. Travelling with a group was easy as tailing them.The setback is the freedom to manage your own time and the wasted waiting-for-everyone policy. The island hopping went on for only half day and there was definitely more islands to visit. But it was fulfilling enough to see the white beaches, the clean and clear waters, the corals and fishes in the sea.

In one beach, the man taking care of the beach was friendly welcoming us with a smile. He was telling us how the survivor ate the island fruits and went on other survival activities. In another beach, a man welcomed us running with his hand holding a bolo. He said a shooting is soon to be set in that island. We understand so we promised to only take pictures and we were allowed with contempt. We laugh at this thought.

For sure, in the coming years the places will be more inaccessible to ordinary people like us as it become privatized. Indeed, we were thankful we visited this place already.

A scene I can't forget that day was seeing a man fishing in one islet. The sea level near the island was only up to his stomach so he was just standing near his boat. It was a beautiful scene. My brother is also a fisherman but as I look at this fisherman standing in that clean and clear water surrounded with corals, I felt a slight envy for him. Everyday he works in a paradise.

And this remind me of the following poem:

Taü here, Mamua,
Crown the hair, and come away!
Hear the calling of the moon,
And the whispering scents that stray	60
About the idle warm lagoon.
Hasten, hand in human hand,
Down the dark, the flowered way,
Along the whiteness of the sand,
And in the water’s soft caress,	65
Wash the mind of foolishness,
Mamua, until the day.
Spend the glittering moonlight there
Pursuing down the soundless deep
Limbs that gleam and shadowy hair,	70
Or floating lazy, half-asleep.
Dive and double and follow after,
Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,
With lips that fade, and human laughter
And faces individual,	75
Well this side of Paradise!…
There’s little comfort in the wise. ~Tiare Tahiti, Rupert Brooke