We scrambled through rocks, walked through pastureland until we reached a beautiful beach.
As with Y’ami, a shore entry wasn’t possible.
The boat took shelter at one side of the island, hidden by a cove of volcanic rocks; the boat is safe there for the night.
We, on the other hand, had only a tarp to shelter us for the night.
If it rains, we’re doomed. And as thunder rumbled and lightning flashed through the night, deep sleep eluded me.
Siayan Island is about 1km in diameter. It is 164m high and is considered an inactive volcano hence the rocky path to the beach.
Lying about 8 km north-northeast of Itbayat, it is just an hour away from the farthest inhabited island of Batanes.
The water can become turbulent however and our guides took precaution and insisted we stay the night in Siayan.
When they said that the island has a water source, I had in my mind a stream tucked away in a forest somewhere. Instead, it is more of a concrete rain catchment built on top of a hill. The water stored there is only for bathing, not for drinking. We took turns rinsing ourselves and I should add that the view on this hill is spectacular. I meant to take a photo but unfortunately never got around to doing so because I don’t normally bring a camera with me when I take a bath, do you? So I keep forgetting.
Dinner and bedtime was early because we were tired from the day’s excitement and there really wasn’t much to do after dark.
The walk back after breakfast was another struggle – going down this time.
Definitely not a walk in the park.
Back in Paganaman port, we walked up steep steps (with our stuff) to the road where our truck will return for us.
A grueling trip worth all the experience. Will I do it again? Perhaps not back to Y’ami, but to other unexplored territories, hell yes. As I always say, I’ll do (almost) anything at least once in my life.