BY JINGGOY I. SALVADOR
This is the perfect time I love to visit the island - Habagat. Yes, the sand screens are up and it blocks the view of the gorgeous sea from the walking path. Yes, the monsoon rains alternately share the day with the sun - shower now, shine later, shower again. Yes, I still believe it is the ideal season for a visit. And, yes, ideal is subjective.
Habagat is the time when Boracay reverts to quiet mode after putting a tan and a smile (sober and intoxicated) to the millions of tourists that the island has welcomed with open arms. It's Boracay's moment to rest as the season shifts to slower gear. The island recuperates.
Gone is the presence of the hordes of tourists, local and foreign, making the island more interesting. It gives one time to get to know the locals, hang out with them and hear their own stories of the island life. How it was back then, how the others have found the island, fell in love with its beauty and decided to settle. They even say this is where your heart gets broken and love is found- even in Habagat.
The waves are hurriedly rushing towards shore as the winds blow with gusto on this side of the island on these days. Some days the clouds cover the horizon and the setting sun is missed but its rays splashes its red, orange and yellow hues all over just the same making each day end unique and interesting.
If you are seeking your personal space in the vast white expanse, this is the perfect time for you. From daybreak to late afternoon, the shoreline is becomes your own private paradise with a few beachcombers in sight. The sun and sand belongs to you.
It is not until late in the afternoon that the beach becomes astir. As the music raise a couple of notches decibel higher, the locals head out to shore pretty much like the end of a working day, children frolic, athletes rehearse, the beachfront restos set up for the evening's more intimate banquet and a good many sit on the sand with eyes and lenses focused on the horizon as the sun sets.
The next day brings magic.
In all the Habagat seasons I have come to the island, this is the very first time I have witnessed the shift of season. The Amihan came.
The sun seems to be shining brighter, the skies bluer, the sea was flat and calm in its azure wonder and the white sand radiant under the sun. The island transforms, it seem to rouse from slumber rejuvenated and ready for the season.
Soon the tourists will be coming, slowly at first but the island will be expecting an exodus of beach lovers as the season peaks. I won't be there to witness the Summer scene. I have done that a couple of times and it was not for me.
Boracay Island and its inhabitant would only wish that everyone who step in the island be responsible enough to respect it, do your part please, keep the island clean, respect it. In doing so, we will get t enjoy this paradise for more years to come.
Habagat is the time when Boracay reverts to quiet mode after putting a tan and a smile (sober and intoxicated) to the millions of tourists that the island has welcomed with open arms. It's Boracay's moment to rest as the season shifts to slower gear. The island recuperates.
Gone is the presence of the hordes of tourists, local and foreign, making the island more interesting. It gives one time to get to know the locals, hang out with them and hear their own stories of the island life. How it was back then, how the others have found the island, fell in love with its beauty and decided to settle. They even say this is where your heart gets broken and love is found- even in Habagat.
The waves are hurriedly rushing towards shore as the winds blow with gusto on this side of the island on these days. Some days the clouds cover the horizon and the setting sun is missed but its rays splashes its red, orange and yellow hues all over just the same making each day end unique and interesting.
If you are seeking your personal space in the vast white expanse, this is the perfect time for you. From daybreak to late afternoon, the shoreline is becomes your own private paradise with a few beachcombers in sight. The sun and sand belongs to you.
It is not until late in the afternoon that the beach becomes astir. As the music raise a couple of notches decibel higher, the locals head out to shore pretty much like the end of a working day, children frolic, athletes rehearse, the beachfront restos set up for the evening's more intimate banquet and a good many sit on the sand with eyes and lenses focused on the horizon as the sun sets.
The next day brings magic.
In all the Habagat seasons I have come to the island, this is the very first time I have witnessed the shift of season. The Amihan came.
The sun seems to be shining brighter, the skies bluer, the sea was flat and calm in its azure wonder and the white sand radiant under the sun. The island transforms, it seem to rouse from slumber rejuvenated and ready for the season.
Soon the tourists will be coming, slowly at first but the island will be expecting an exodus of beach lovers as the season peaks. I won't be there to witness the Summer scene. I have done that a couple of times and it was not for me.
Boracay Island and its inhabitant would only wish that everyone who step in the island be responsible enough to respect it, do your part please, keep the island clean, respect it. In doing so, we will get t enjoy this paradise for more years to come.
i think that there is a need for the author of this article to explain what is a habagat and what is an amihan...at least. not all of the tourists in boracay are filipinos you see.
ReplyDeleteIf you weren't so lazy you could look it up. FYI Habagat is a west or southwest wind, monsoon.
ReplyDeleteif you were not so lazy yourself you should have included amihan in your limited public service as well.
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