My feet aren't planted over fine white sands, rather it labored walking over multi-sizes of pebble rocks. West of Surigao City in the seaside town of Mabua, a different kind of beach awaits travelers used to drawing stick figures on beach shores. A friction factory of banging rocks, many of which bigger than the human hand, of various shapes but equally lethal when thrown at ya. It's rock n' rolla, its breaking rocks under the hot sun indeed. Keep on rocking in the free world, this time, in this place. It's Pebbles and roll!.
|You don't make sand castles on this beach, rather you build stone houses.|