So I just got back from Zambales for the second time this month, this time to go camping in Anawangin Saturday night, to do the opposite of camping at Capones Vista Resort Sunday afternoon, and to check out Nagsasa Cove and Capones Island Monday (before heading back to the city in the afternoon).
I do conclude that twice in my life is enough for Anawangin. I am never going back there to spend the night, at least not during the summer months. It’s real pretty there, though.
Anawangin from afar. I am so smart, I only brought my 50mm lens.
This is Aa. She’s the reason why we went away for the weekend. It’s her birthday today. She said she reads my blog. Happy birthday, Aa!
This is Aa’s guy, Dondi. He can do the Japorn face and he looks quite happy doing it. My boyfriend will be jeliz.
This is Nelly. He is good at camping.
This is me. I did no actual reading-while-listening-to-music-while-sitting-in-my-tent.
We arrive in Anawangin mid-afternoon. The bus and boat rides and the barbaric Olongapo heat sobered me up (I was, of course, getting my drunk on Friday night and woke up half an hour before our designated meeting time. I’m good at being responsible). We pitch our tents near the poso (deep well, I guess) and set up camp. We begin drinking soon after. Because we are proper gentlemen in our mid-30s, we start with Fundador. I get my period a few shots into it, I’m not a gentleman after all.
A lot of drinking and passing out occurs the first night. I, myself, finally passed out on a hammock some time after my nth bottle of Red Horse. Prior to that, we had cheap vodka. I wake up, freezing, not wondering where everyone else went and move to my tent.
I am miraculously not hungover the next day.
We head to the beach to hang out. The weather was nice.
The boat’s name is Hurry Kane.
After spending time in the water and sunning ourselves, we start talking about food. Aa and Dondi go for a food run and come back with cans of sisig, fried eggs, and rice.
It is nearing noon and the sun is unbearable. We gather our things and move to the river. I like the river a lot. I wish I brought my kit lens.
I would like to post photos of myself in a bikini but I was disgustingly plump during the entire trip and I’m not saying that because I have body issues; I’m saying it because it’s The Truth. Here’s a stupid photo I took, though:
We tire of the river and go back to camp and get ready for the boat to pick us up. I need to poop and I try my darnest to hold it in because the restroom is disgusting and perpetually smells of other people’s poop. This was when I realized that I am never ever going back to Anawangin.
Dondi is good at packing tents. He is so skinny that the camera focuses on the background.
The river is starting to fill. This is the side near our tents.
People are so smart, leaving their trash near and IN the river!
We weren’t smart enough so we brought our trash back with us to Pundaquit. Did you guys know that they burn all the garbage tourists leave behind? So very good for the environment!
We head to Capones Vista Resort. We are very excited for AC, running water, flushing toilets, beds, etc etc. Check in, dump our things, grab lunch.
Our bags. Guess which one is mine. I’m ridiculous, I know.
View from our door. There is distortion, because I put on Dondi’s fisheye attachment.
My bed. I did not sleep the shit out of this bed, sadly.
We have grilled squid (me), grilled tanigue (Aa), lechon kawali (Nelly), and pork adobo (Dondi) for lunch.
I wanted Prawns for the President (prawns wrapped in bacon and cooked or simmered or something-ed in white wine) for lunch but they didn’t have prawns. I had it for dinner instead!
I ate all my meals with rice, of course. This is why I am fat. That and beer and not enough exercise.
I fall asleep while watching MTV. My friends go out to watch the sunset and Nelly tells me it wasn’t very nice because the clouds were blocking their view. I still feel like I missed out, though.
We hang out in our porch and peel turnips and shoot tequila and play that game from Inglorious Basterds (Pinoy Henyo). I am very good at this game. I am very bad at shots.
I rock so hard at taking self-portraits.
We go to bed around 3am; our boat was picking us up at six.
Heading to the boat, taken at 635am.
The sun shines on the water and makes it sparkly. I was listening to Explosions in the Sky when I noticed it. This is what my soul feels like on EITS. I smile to myself, feeling very satisfied.
We dock in Nagsasa Cove an hour later. The place is almost empty but we were told it was filled with campers over the weekend. I am liking Nagsasa better than Anawangin, they have running water, picnic tables with roofs, and proper restrooms.
A guide/local approaches us and offers to show us the waterfalls, saying it’s a three-minute walk away. We agree. Dondi leaves his sandals behind because it’s giving him blisters; the guide lends him his own flipflops. I feel bad that we only gave him 100 pesos for showing us around.
I don’t have any photos of the falls to write home about (the water was trickling down the mountain, as it is summer and I just wanted to take a dip in the pool) but here’s a photo of us making our way there.
And making our way out of there.
Nelly brings his tripod everywhere, which is awesome.
Waiting for our food.
We have sardines and rice for breakfast. Aa and Nelly are loud chewers so I put on my iPod. I like Nagsasa Cove a lot.
We go back to our boat and make our way to Capones.
Our boat dropped us off the side nearest the lighthouse. It was full of rocks and the waves were a bit strong (for us, at least). I jump off just as a wave crashed on to the shore. I am lucky enough that the water didn’t reach past my waist or I would’ve said goodbye to my camera.
I celebrate by smiling at my camera.
Those rocks could kill you.
We notice a lot of garbage on the shore. Our boatman’s assistant tells us that Capones is where garbage and sometimes, dead bodies end up.
It is too hot to take photos during the climb up the cliff towards the lighthouse.
I ask Nelly to snap a few shots of me but I look unattractive in them.
We made it to the top of the lighthouse!
We hang out a bit to catch our breath and smoke.
Aa exiting the lighthouse.
It is 1130am and we have to check out at 1 so we pass up on Camara Island and head back to the resort.
We immediately jump into the pool.
I don’t stay long under the sun (I was burnt enough as it is) and I imagined sipping on a mango shake in our cold room while watching TV. Sadly, the resort didn’t have shaved ice (or any ice, I guess). Kinda funny how Anawangin never ran out of ice, huh?
I end my vacation with a juicy pork steak for lunch. With rice, of course.