The Philippine Weather Bureau has recently announced it is now officially summer on our side of the globe. Which means, everything is going to be hot as a melting iron. There. Is. No. Escape.
Earlier on, I went down to the lakeshores of Taal together with the Bikolana to exact my free accommodation at the Club Balai Isabel, the toast of Talisay, Batangas. The luxury is a prize I have to indulge in for — killing modesty for now — winning a photo contest organized by the club itself. Grand enough a prize for a not so hardly fought battle. And the winning piece, I’m afraid I can’t publish it any longer for it belongs to the club now.
So, Hi Kristine! Thanks for taking me in to the competition. Without which, I would be sitting in my workstation on this day keeping the boss happy. Ms. Kristine Terrible is from the Terrible clan of Talisay to which the posh haven by the lake belongs.
We reached the place in time for the tranquilizing stillness of the late afternoon. Not much activity on this breezy pre-summer’s day except for a nuptial rite on the boardwalk north of the resort and some kid’s distant voices calling out to me “Hey man! Take photo!” as if they’re speaking to a foreigner. Far across the lake waters, a resort crew is mentally caught up in collecting algae and seaweeds while Mount Maculot — my first peak during the backpacking days — looks down on him.
Having nothing to do and doing it all day through.
Man and wife and sunset. Saying “I do’s” by the lakeside sure is fantastic. As well as the price.
I missed the wedding fireworks but not the fire lanterns. And shall gatecrash for a glass of wine.
Later in the evening, the tequila takes the shots.