this seat is taken

Storm. Surf. Sand. Stones. Sun. Zambales. Six words that defined my four-day long weekend last week. Sunday night when we met at a terminal and headed to Zambales on a three-hour bus ride. Six friends made it on a rainy Monday morning.

I did not surf because of some bloody reason and spent the morning watching the other five friends surfed against the crashing waves instead. I befriended the huge blocks of stone walls lined up on the shore while I took photos of the surfers. The moment was so surreal for me as I was shivering under the rain and tinkering with the camera. I sat on one huge block for almost two hours while the rest of them tumbled down their boards. I realized that someone should invent a pair of glasses with wipers for me.

Pine trees everywhere. It’s as if Baguio was relocated beside the beach.

A graffiti on the wall of the hostel we stayed in.

These served as a makeshift locker for my iTouch, glasses, and my friend’s camera.

My refuge for two hours. They told me their story and I gave them names in return.

Cuboidal universe

My favorite stone face

Gloomy

Trapped dreams

Young kids who went surfing together. Sometimes I wish I lived near the sea.

We stayed at The Circle hostel. It’s a cool place, I tell you. You should check that place when you wander around San Felipe, Zambales one day.

*Credit to Gene for the first, fourth, and last photos in this post.