It was a cloudy day, not much different with several others. Although, the sun is there, it is hidden by patches of gray clouds on the vast blue sky. Giant ocean waves are crashing violently against the beach leaving in its wake a thunderous spray. But in spite our heavy bags filled with camping gears, cooking set, noodles and canned foods, to our simple phones-turned-music player and digicams, we are all set to bravely conquer reaching the cove amidst the sea’s state.
Sitting in front of the boat rolling against the waves is like a bumpy roller coaster ride. With a wide view of the ocean, I feel as if I’m the only one chartering an unknown destination. With the cold sea breeze enveloping me, I close my eyes, grip the sides of the boat and wish that the destination is worth all the troubles anyway.
By the time the boat reaches the calm portion of the ocean, I thought a smooth ride would finally start. But then the engine stops. The boatmen started speaking an incomprehensible dialect and attempted to restart the engine several times. I felt so scared but your reminder to relax gave me an assurance that the situation is under control.
After few adjustments of the engine, it finally restarted. My fear dissipated and I went back to closing my eyes and tightly gripping the side of the boat. A few minutes later, I glanced at you. I saw you sitting comfortably. Your eyes were widely open and your hands were loosely positioned at the sides.
I tried to do what you do; I opened my eyes and loose my grip. Then I saw the beautiful clear line that divides the muddy brown and oceanic bluish color. I started seeing other boats of different sizes manned by brave fishermen. I saw the fisherman who caught a big fish, the numerous waterfalls that grace the sides of the mountain we are passing by and the crashing of waves against the breakwater.
From time to time, I close my eyes to prevent the salt water to get to my eyes. Sometimes, I put back my tight grip when the waves are crashing so hard on our boat. Sometimes, I glanced at you and soundlessly whisper my thoughts. And most of the time, I just dream that a beautiful destination awaits you and me after the ride.
After an hour of rolling with the waves, we were finally closing in on the cove. The boatmen gave us instruction to hold on. The boatmen waited for the best time to ride a certain giant wave and as daring as it sound, we rode the wave in order to get near the island. After few moments, I saw two men along the shore with their dogs that seem to be eagerly waiting for our arrival.