Tuesday morning, after the gang took advantage of the light that shone on sunrise, we were already prepared to brave the waves and head for Anawangin. We were seabound for 30 minutes or so, with me on the frontmost part of our boat, trying to hold on to anything so as not to fall into the deep blues while waves smashed our boat and saltwater splashed on me and the luggages (the cameras, oh nooo!).

We were finally able to set camp - again, but the stress from the travel made us want to just hang out and chill while waiting for the hotdog steak. Harold and Annette left us for some good captures. And while chillaxing on my hammock, listening to some good guitar-playing skills, I thought hey, we better take some snaptime too. There might be no sun at all later on.

"Psst, tama na tugtog, tara na." [trans: enough with the guitar, time to shoot]

By the time we reached the swamp, we realized its colors were murky, and the clouds were already communicating heavy rain upon us.

** ang mensahe - the message **