The largest island, Dalipuri is the only one with resorts established among a cluster of islands known as the Balicuatro Islands. The rest of the islands are mostly home to farmers and fishermen. San Vicente has 7 islets called the Naranjo group. On our way there, someone in our motley group decided that we wanted to explore the town of San Vicente and we spontaneously found ourselves in this island town that lies isolated from the other 6 Naranjo Islands. The kind of exploring that I like.
Not used to having visitors, the townsfolk started gathering around us as if we were famous people. Really, we felt like superstars. 😛 Curious, they started following us everywhere until one lady – a teacher – decided to proudly walk us around her town.
A small fishing town, they sell a lot of dried dilis (anchovies) to the entire province of Samar and probably to other areas in the Visayas Region.
There was a grade school and a high school. The former quite interesting, albeit dilapidated. Interesting because it sits on top of a hill
with a view so breathtaking – what a treat to be in school – I wish I had just a little of that view when I was in school. On my way to the top, I noticed mathematical equations painted on large rocks beside the steps. Makes me wonder what stimulates this kind of creativity. Simple and practical, yet artistic and tasteful. I think it’s the view! 😀
Excited and thankful (they seem) that soon, running water will come to every household. I’m not kidding!
Meanwhile, they are happy with the posos (dug out wells) strategically located around town,
even if they have to wash their cloths in areas such as the above and carry water to their homes. I cannot imagine how much worse their situation was before.
And yet, they seemed happy.
As Henry Ward Beecher says, “The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things”.
Live simply. But not without a sabongan (arena for cockfighting), simple as this town may be. Gambling, as it turns out, is their past time.
Every year on Maundy Thursday, boys (in their teens) parade around town donned in masks (similar to a ski mask) and dressed in dried banana leaves, supposedly to scare the evils away. Each of them dressed differently. Such serendipity that we were witness to a traditional ritual they call Judeo or Hudyo that only occurs one day a year.
Thanks E for your suggested detour. It was the highlight of our visit as we were perhaps the highlight of their day.