Almost a month ago, I went on a travel assignment north of Manila to a couple of provinces. The theme was nature and adventure and if you’re coming from Manila or Clark, there are a lot of choices just a couple of hours away, from Pampanga and Tarlac to Zambales. (Update: Here’s a link to that magazine article)
I finally tried to learn how to surf. Tried. But I think I ended up mastering the art of falling into the water. Get on the board and then fall again. Which was a far cry from another water activity I tried the day before, the bandwagon, where I refused to fall at all. It appeared to be a breeze–just sitting down on an inflatable couch while it gets pulled by a jetski–but I ended up screaming my lungs out, holding on for dear life so as not not to get thrown off into the water, and wondering what the hell was I doing. It’s no surprise that what I most appreciated in the trip were the times I ended up having to do nothing. Oh, age. You make me want to just chill, stare at sunsets, and maybe have a massage.
In the small village of Pundaquit in San Antonio, Zambales, you can do some of those things.
The beach in front of Capones Vista Resort in Pundaquit in San Antonio, Zambales
Peace and quiet in a cove near Capones Island
Sunset watchers
There’s always a beautiful sunset just waiting at the beach
End of the day
slouching somewhere 
It’s been so long–too long–since I’ve ventured outside the city. This post is a breath of fresh air! 🙂
Thanks, Piers… now I say, road trip, road trip! 🙂
At least you tried to surf! A lot of people wouldn’t even dare!
Finally wanted to see what it was like and it was also all for sake of the magazine story! I figured either being able to stand on the board or falling of it all the time would make for an interesting anecdote, hehe.