A Time to Chill

Cagbalete Island, Mauban, Quezon Province, the Philippines

April 26 – 28, 2019

Only a warp in the space-time continuum could explain this phenomenon. Hours and minutes dragged on reluctantly in paradise islands. The day stretched longer and more so the night. Such were the destinations that appealed to my laissez-faire approach to traveling. What was a vacation if not to escape the daily rush of modern life? That was exactly what I found in Cagbalete Island.

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Mad Squad @ Cagbalete Island, Quezon Province

Touchdown Mauban Port, Quezon Province

But first, a long drive took us there. My Mad squad – fellow Madonna stans – and I cramped into Leon’s car and drove to Quezon Province about four hours away from Manila. The coastal town of Mauban was the jump-off point to Cagbalete Island. Their main cottage industry was parking space rental for island-bound tourists. Some random guy led us to a house with a car port large enough for several vehicles.

Lunch @ Mauban Port, Quezon Province
Balancing Gangplank @ Mauban Port, Quezon Province

Mauban Port was a skip and a hop away. With time to kill before the last ferry to the island at 12:30PM, we had our tapsilog fix at a port-side carinderia in fine-dining leisurely pace. Finally departure time came and I was shocked (or shookt in millennial-speak) to see a long and narrow gangplank to the bobbing boat. They had poured concrete on this port but forgot to put a pier. Boarding required a balancing act that depended on the size of your bag. Jack and I had backpacks. Leon had luggage – both did not end up as flotsam and jetsam, thank goodness!

TTT Touchdown @ Cagbalete Island, Quezon Province

An hour or so later, it was touchdown at Cagbalete Island. We found a bustling port, more so than Mauban in the mainland. Each of us had to hire habal-habal service to shuttle us to Pansacola Beach Resort on the opposite shore, one among only five resorts in the island. Once there, beach vibe came over us at last.

TTT @ Cagbalete Island, Quezon Province
Pansacola Beach Resort @ Cagbalete Island

Our duplex cottage (we shared with a couple one day, a family the next) opened up to powdery white sand and the Pacific blue beyond. Under the shadow of trees, our cottage reset us into island mode. We learned quickly that urgency was foreign in this island. The wait staff took their sweet time prepping our room. Our meals were served in the patio a dish at a time. But we were in no rush ourselves. The only thing we had on us was a gallon of bottled water, reportedly a pricey commodity here.

Pansacola Beach Resort @ Cagbalete Island

So what was there to do? The challenge was to outdo everyone else at not doing anything.

“Time goes by slowly” – a Madonna mantra went. We wasted it letting go of our cares on the swing, perking up to chirping birds, shaking our booty to Leon’s Spotify playlist, getting unconscious on the hammock, frolicking in the beach, and soaking in the shallows. We were busy being idle, yet there were more hours to spare. Jack caught up in his reading, Leon practiced his head stand, I just ‘Gram’d away. Phone and internet signal was weak; posting was a test of patience.

Pansacola Beach Resort @ Cagbalete Island
Bear Stand @ Pansacola Beach Resort, Cagbalete Island
Room Service @ Pansacola Beach Resort. Cagbalete Island
Bear Sucking on Coconut Milk @ Pansacola Beach Resort, Cagbalete Island
Pansacola Beach Resort @ Cagbalete Island

The next day required a bit more action and energy. We hired a banca of a father-and-son tandem to venture out to the mangrove side of the island. The glassy sea was invitingly transparent. Only glistening ripples gave the water away. Yang-In Sandbar was the place to see and be seen in Cagbalete. The sandbar in the outer reaches of a mangrove forest was a meeting place for all the tourists we never met in the cocoon of our cottage.

TTT’s Resting Beach Face @ Yang-In Sandbar, Cagbalete Island

At mid-afternoon, the tide had receded enough to expose a tiny patch of sand off-shore. Around it we were all wading in ankle- and knee-deep water. The sandbar released our inner Rebel Heart by rolling on the sand, hamming it up on video, and striking poses at a lone mangrove tree valiantly standing in the open sea. Or that was just me. A bottleneck of tourists queued by the photogenic tree to get their ‘Gram game on.

Yang-In Sandbar @ Cagbalete Island
TTT Under a Mangrove @ Yang-In Sandbar, Cagbalete Island

All that ritualistic sun-worshiping merited a cold and sweet treat of halo-halo and pan de coco. A snack bar on bamboo stilts staked right at the sandbar served this purpose. Who knew? The lady manning the store in the sea – oh yeah she served.

Snack Bar in a Sandbar @ Yang-In Sandbar, Cagbalete Island
Mt. Banahaw and Quezon Power Plant from Cagbalete Island

At the end of the day, it dawned on us that Cagbalete had no electricity but solely powered by diesel generators that stretched nighttime even longer. How ironic that the lights of a power plant were within sight from the island with no electrical power.

We wasted the night with conversation on the swing, a light juggle show care of Leon, and actually turning in early. Ah, the pure pleasures of life. Out of the shadows of night fellow Mad squad member Meister waltzed into view, a day late for the trip he planned and booked. Indeed, there was no urgency in this vacay.

TTT with Creatures of the Night jack, Leon, Meister @ Pansacola Beach Resort, Cagbalete Island
Book Reading of Hantong by John Jack Wigley @ Pansacola Beach Resort, Cagbalete Island

Time, no matter how slowly it went by, still ran out. But not without an interminable wait for our ferry back to the mainland at Sabang Port. Contemporary Filipino author Jack gave a dramatic reading of his self-penned Pulseras, a gut-wrenching and campy short story on child rape and coming of age included in his collection Hantong – exactly the literary genre to listen to while baking, not basking, in the summer sun. “Paboritong panahon ni Yeyel ang summer,” the story began. He got us at the first sentence.

Goodbye Cagbalete Island

Unlike protagonist Yeyel, our own summer was not marked by character development. We were of a certain age, not coming of age. It was a summer marked by suspension of time and resetting of life. It was a time to chill if only for a few days in a paradise island. “Those who run seem to have all the fun,” our creamy smooth pop goddess crooned. Sorry, not sorry. We begged to differ.

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