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Someone, who we'll just hide by the name of Jear wakes me a bit in the middle of the night irritatedly asking what was causing the noise somewhere, I forget. I dazedly murmur something and get back to slumber.
A short discussion was made the previous night on what time we would set our phone alarms as we had a 7:30am bus to Pagudpud, the first trip. Jear decides to set his a half hour earlier than mine. With him and Andy moving about in the room, I finally pulled myself up from bed a few minutes before my alarm goes off.
Our tricycle drops us off the bus stop only to find out that the bus is empty and we have 20 minutes tops before the departing schedule, we are confident they would not leave us.
We rushed back to the bus and in the process made a quick lost detour at the block before the station.
I made arrangements the previous days with one of the tour guides my friend suggested, who she found on a website, Kuya Lancer (SMS num: 0906 8185735) to meet us in Pagudpud. I also mentioned the type of accomodation we needed, how many we were, and our budget.
Our stuff had barely hit the room before we all rushed out to take in the exhilarating view of the pristine beach. Making arrangements with Kuya Lancer on what tour and when to take it. So Jear and I decide (as usual since Andy was always passive er agreeable) that we take the South tour the next morning and just laze around the entire day at the beach.
Putting on our swimwear in a jiffy we all headed for a swim in the noonday sun, what is skin cancer?! 2 hours chatting and swimming (standing for Jear!), we start to crave for food like cavemen.
A cat passed by and I tried to entice it with food, it decided to be a bitch, close to grabbing the food from my fingers without allowing me to stroke her fur. A friendlier cat joins her but the bitchy one tries to get attention.
I spent my afternoon either autistic at the beach hut or with the boys (physically!) at the beach. Non stop picture taking and videos again on all angles possible from the beach.
Our leftovers were devoured for the evening after which we decided to get a nightcap. The place was close to dead being an off peak season and the bars closed at 10pm, imagine that! Jear frustratingly settling on his 3rd choice for a drink (as all were out of stock), my local beer taking forever to be delivered (as the waitress forgot it!) and Andy starting to luckily sip on his order less the fuss. All 3 of us just sat in chairs fronting the beach and observing the night sky and figuring out where the night lights came from.
While the 2 started to doze off in wonderland I enjoyed the final episode of Temptation Island anticipating our next day's adventure.