Yearning for Nagsasa

The only thing I know about our Mother’s Day weekend trip to San Antonio, Pundaquit, Zambales is that we will go camping and see Anawangin and Capones Island.

The creek that forms part of the Anawangin cove turns murky red after the rain.
Bring a small notebook and pencil and find a spot among the nooks and crannies within the cove; who knows what inspiration you can conjure for a poetic line or two.
Capones Island. It was a brief tryst. I’m definitely going back for more.

What I didn’t expect was the numinous impression that Nagsasa Island would leave in my sensibilities.

The Aeta community is doing a great job in keeping the entire area clean. I guess I have to thank my fellow tourists for helping keep it that way.

Catch of the day

The Aetas mingle with their visitors, selling hammocks made out of nylon and functional souvenirs made out of bamboo. You can also see them fishing during the early morning and selling their fresh catch from tent to cottage. One of them called our attention to our companion’s mobile phone left on one of the tables, warning us that they can’t assure our properties’ security since we’re not the only ones on the island.

We didn’t expect the rain that night. Although our campfire withstood the steady drizzle, our tents did not. Water seeped in from underneath as the night got deeper. Since we had to zip up the tent to prevent the rain from getting in, the cramped heat became unbearable. Needless to say, we didn’t get a decent sleep.

By 5AM, I decided to fight off sleepiness by taking a stroll toward the other side of the island and stopped midway to wait for the sunrise. What unraveled before my eyes was one of the dreamiest visions I’ve had in my life.

Pine-like trees stand guard on this side of Nagsasa. Crystal clear waters mirror the beauty of God’s creations.

The tide was at its lowest, creating paths for me to go nearer the hills and mountains. Though the vista was just perfect from where I stood, the whole natural canvas was just too enchanting to ignore.

Who needs sleep when you have this waiting to greet you in the morning?

The sand is mixed with ashes spewed by Mt. Pinatubo in 1991, making it look like snow amid this line of trees.
PIcnic tables here and there among the trees

A local peddling bow and arrow, cups, bird whistles, all made of bamboo.
This paradise is every artists’ dream.

Nagsasa Island is not for everyone. Don’t come here looking for five-star accommodations and facilities. It would be better to bring your own sturdy camping tent — that’s about the most comfortable you can get. Bring a sleeping bag to keep you dry from the wet sand in case it rains. You don’t come here just for the beach. Nor for pictures. You come here because, in modern parlance, you want to reboot.

2 thoughts on “Yearning for Nagsasa

    1. Do you mean to get to Nagsasa, or to Capones? We parked our van in Pundaquit, Bgy. San Antonio, Zambales. There are open parking spaces there, and huts where you can rent boats going to Nagsasa. These boats can also get you to Capones and other islands like Anawangin all the way to Silanguin.


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