Wrangler True Wanderer Day 02: The Stranger

The search for those things we take for granted

The search for those things we take for granted

It seems that my struggles during the past two days is really about looking for a decent internet connection, so I went on to find that elusive thing that many of us from the city take for granted.

I arrived at the port of Real in Quezon early in the morning to find out what time the boat will leave for Polilio. Apparently the earliest boat just left, but there’s going to be another one which is will be at 10 AM. “Not bad.” I told myself, waiting for the next boat will give me ample time to sort out my posts.

Morning activities.

Morning activities.

I found an internet shop about 15 mins away from the port it was still closed when I arrived. I had to wait for it to open which will be a good one and a half hour wait, then it started to rain. Thankfully there was some cover, I sat there waiting for them to open like a homeless man waiting for his next meal. But I like this, I like the feeling of sitting beside the road not sure what’s going to happen next. I feel free during moments like this.

The shop finally opened when the crew arrived. They were a bit wondering what I was doing there, I told them that I needed to use their internet connection ASAP and mentioned the competition to them. They were all very kind and accommodating which made my predicament quite light and easy to handle.

I don't think I will ever get used to this.

I don’t think I will ever get used to this.

I finally got to finish all my posts with a small wriggle room to get to the port. After paying for all the fees I want on to board the boat. But there was something else… some of the porters assisting me recognised me and said “Your’e the guy who was all muddy and dirty that went to Bordeos last time right?” I said “Yes” and we all just laughed. I told them why I was there and they all wished me good luck, then they started loading up my motorcycle. When I took out my camera to take a photo of them loading the motorcycle they all decided to stop to take a pose, which I found funny and a bit nerve wracking since they were in the middle of transferring the bike. I guess I never got used to the idea of my motorcycle being transferred to a boat on a plank of wood that just about a foot wide.

Three hours of trying not to vomit my insides out.

Three hours of trying not to vomit my insides out.

Boat rides have always been a challenge for me, I get motion sickness which makes me want to vomit my insides out, in this instance I have to hold it for 3 hours. This has become a really big deal for me, I have already devised a way to prevent me from puking. Either I lay down which makes the boat movement pleasurable or I find a way to get some fresh air and cool breeze for some reason those two things helps a lot.

When I got to the island I was already famished, I grabbed something to eat and went on my way to look for the family that opened their home to me the first time i was here.

Flashback: The first time I was here, I had to look for both fuel and a place to stay. Their idea of a gasoline station in these areas would be a small hut displaying 1 litre Coke bottles that are filled with different coloured liquids varying from regular unleaded gasoline to premium ones. A middle aged lady came out as I parked my motorcycle to be refuelled, we talked for a while. Then after finishing I said thank you and mentioned that I’m looking for a place to stay for tonight. She told me that theres a resort somewhere and gave me directions. I bid her farewell and tried to look for it. The resort was not that far away but it was a challenge to get to, the roads were so small that I reckon only motorcycles can get there.

The resort was empty, I walked around looking for a caretaker or something but no one was responding it felt as if the whole resort was deserted. Since no one was around to prohibit me from exploring I went in and checked it out. It was a fancy resort, air conditioned rooms and facilities that can cater a large group of people, definitely not for the budget conscious guy like me.

Nanay

Nanay

It’s getting late, I need to find a shelter soon. I remembered seeing a small hut beside the house where I refuelled, I decided to make a gamble of going back there and asking them if it’s possible to camp beside their house for tonight. So I went back. The middle aged woman which we will now call “Nanay” was surprised to see me again. Then I told her why i came back and awaited her answer to my small request. She said “Yes, sure you can camp by the side of our house.” I can’t remember how many times I thanked her for that. Thats when she dropped the bomb on me, she said “I know you!” this caught me off guard. “Your’e the TV guy, what was his name again?” she paused. “Your’e Jiggy Manicad” and I’m like “Seriously?”.

Their house and mine.

Their house and mine.

Back to the present, thats how I got to know “Nanay” and her family, lastly no I’m not Jiggy Manicad. That happy incident happened a while back, now here I am asking her for the same thing and I’m very happy that she said yes again.

After setting up my tent, I decided to go for a walk by the seaside. There are no resorts here, just white sandy beaches and a few fishermen’s hut. A perfect place to gather your thoughts as no one will disturb you.

A place to gather your thoughts.

A place to gather your thoughts.

Before leaving we had our breakfast together and her daughter, who was pregnant at the time I first came here, asked if I could become the ninong of her baby in baptism. “It’s going to be held next month, same with the fiesta. I hope you can come and visit us again.” I guess there’s going to be part three of this island trip…

Stranger no more.

Stranger no more.

2 responses to “Wrangler True Wanderer Day 02: The Stranger”

  1. […] is used to making friends with strangers he meet in his travels. In fact, on his recent trip to Polilio Island , he was asked by a resident to become a godfather to one of her […]

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