Where could you find a group of sociable cyborgs who has this “cam-whoring” personality disorder, but were courageous enough to play with big waves and survived a sandstorm? They are a group of unique and happy individuals who love even the pettiest of things, and laugh at the cheapest and lamest of jokes. Well, I’m referring to my fellow CBS barkada, the second main reason why I enjoyed our Sumilon Bluewater Island trip last 1st of August.
The main reason is of course, the island resort itself. Sumilon Bluewater Island Resort is one of the finest Cebu destinations that I’ve been to, so far. We were picked up by their three caravans at SM for a two and half hours of land trip to Oslob. The road trip itself didn’t take so long because I didn’t notice the time since we were so busy with our chit chats and nonsense talks inside the van.
We arrived at Sumilon’s port area twenty minutes after we toured the whole island (in a pump boat) . I noticed how raucous the whole gang every time the ocean waves carelessly wobbled the whole boat. They screamed, laughed, shouted at each other, and others were amused looking at other people’s reactions. A few were too busy capturing photographs and did some sight seeings at the upper deck.
And, at the very moment we set foot in Sumilon’s 24-hectare virginal island, the calm and still surroundings of the place was disturbed (I was the only one who noticed all these. Hehehe). The meek white sands sensed something is not all right, the old Ipil-Ipil trees bent their slender trunks to investigate, the white seashore waves moved closer to the seashore’s end to take a peek, the beautiful water in the infinity pool wanted to jump out to greet us, the kayaks at the small river’s end were nervous, the snorkels were optimistic, the delectable foods served on top of the table were scared, the famous white sandbar was unaffected, and the sandstorm had something deadly in mind…And wait, the innocent, chinky-eyed Koreans were dumbfounded. LOL!
Well, the rest of this careless, I mean carefree bunch of cyborgs was not aware of all these commotions. They were too awed with the resort’s beautiful attractions, unaware that there were other creatures watching us, checking our every moves, listening to our thoughts (creepy).
Nothing can stop our giddy spirits. It’s because when we entered the resort’s Island Pavilion (the building that houses the resort restaurant that serves delectable fare of local and international cuisine), a few heads turned, chairs and tables murmured at each other, and the mouth watering foods on the buffet table turned pale. Once again, all of us (except me), noisy androids, were totally unaware how our presence affected the creatures around us.
After the resort background briefing, and after consuming our mid-morning snacks, we proceeded to check and to take photos of the island resort’s deluxe rooms. And as expected, the harmonies of the cozy private verandas, comfortable lounge bars, privacy of the toilets and showers, and the coolness of the rooms’ mini bars, were soiled by the our unending “cam-whoring” sessions.
Famished after over an hour of whoring our bloody faces before our lowly and poor cameras, we voraciously attacked all the mouth watering foods that were served on the buffet table. These foods got no time to faint because they were already consumed before they could react. Acid filled stomachs were their final destination.
Full and ready to ramble, we tried every possible island activity. From snorkeling, paddle boating (kayaking), hiking (trekking) to skim boarding, swimming, and playing with the big waves (in the sandbar). It was during our fun-filled-challenge-the-waves moment that we encountered the mischievous sandstorm. While we held each other to face the big waves, we were surprised by a sudden violent rush of wind, and it only took us a few seconds to discover that we were already hit by a sandstorm.
It was like rain of tiny bullets were fired toward us. The intensity of the ocean wind served as a momentum that ignited the fiery white sands to ambush us unexpectedly. An angry current violently squashed us as we ran with all our might toward the safety of the caves at the seashore’s end. It was like a tragedy is unfolding on our very eyes as we ran for our lives, forcing our legs to run as fast as it can. A few minutes later, we found ourselves groggy, tired, out of breath, and full of red patches.
Still not satisfied from our sandstorm encounter, we jumped in to the very relaxing water of the resort’s Infinity Pool. There, we tried to relax our tired bodies and feed our eyes with the beautiful island sceneries. From the magnificent ocean below the pool, the graying sky above us, the chirping of birds in the nearby tress, the salty humid air that caresses our tired senses to the “delectable” pretty Koreans squealing and playing at the other side of the pool… It seemed like we were in paradise.
We ended the escapade with warm cups of tea and palatable plates of carbonara. Thank you very much to Sumilon Bluewater for the very great and hospitable accomodation. That trip was indeed one of our most memorable island adventures.
Photo Credits: Bryan, Atty. Ouano, Tiborsho, Xerxes, Mikyu. Dili na nako maidentify ang uban. Sori jud au. Huhuhu.
