The Charm of Camiguin

Each time I travel, especially to places I’ve never been to, I can’t help but gush that God must have loved Filipinos so much He gave us the best postcard-perfect views on this side of the globe. We have wonderful beaches, hills, plus marine biodiversity being part of the Coral Triangle along with other countries like Malaysia, Indonesia and Papua New Guinea.

The Sunken Cemetery with its huge cross.

Paras Beach Resort

I’ve seen this awesome island on the silver screen when I was about eight or nine years old.  But I had no idea I’d actually step on the island one day. And again, like most of my travels, I am at a loss of words to describe it. The jetsetter in me got really excited when I was told I’m heading off to Camiguin. The roads were steep and narrow. It felt like it had taken us forever to reach the island. We had to ride a plane to Cagayan De Oro, and then from CDO airport, we had to ride a van going to Balingoan Port, then a Ferry Boat to take us to the island, then another van again before we could reach Paras Beach Resort where we had stayed

The sand bar that can be seen during low tides.

I have collected sand from all the beaches I’ve visited—and still counting—yeah, I know I can hear the environmentalists protesting. It’s not much really, just a fistful each time, which I place on my Starbucks Mocha Frapuccino Bottle when I get home.

Dramatic photos such as this during the so-called Magic Hour.

The author in black shirt, with some friends happily soaking our feet below the magnificent Katibawasan Falls.

The remains of Mount Volcan

So calming with the water cascading down...

I just become completely different person when I am communing with nature. And it’s a feeling I do not get anywhere else. Camiguin had given me more than I had expected. I loved its quaint scenery. It reminds me of the good old times, it helps my soul become nourish as it offers picturesque spots I never even knew existed. I am charmed with Camiguin that I promise to keep coming back to this wonderful place forgotten by the rest of time.