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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Keep Kalm at Kalanggaman Island


Bunched along with the other passengers inside a cramped up van I awoke at the sight of blue waters edging the shorelines of Western Leyte. I suddenly felt inching closer to my destination. I sent out a text message to my friend Gaye “I think I’m 20 minutes away from Pamplona”. Dizzy from my ride I meant to write “Palompon”, a thriving municipality gifted with a fertile coast that also serves as a jump off point to Kalanggaman Island.


True enough, after a short while I found myself joining my friends Gaye, Edgar and RJ who were all fresh from a wild weekend of partying in Cebu for the Sinulog Festival, while I myself is coming from a similar festive high courtesy of the Ati Atihan festival in Kalibo. A few days recuperating in an island appears to a bright idea for our body to stay away from alcohol. Or so I thought.


The boat ride over the calm waters took less than an hour and halfway through we were already staring at the long sand bar of Kalanggaman laid outstretched like both arms of a human figure. Ahead of us the turquoise waters becomes more enticing to jump into. The full glint of the sun made the backdrop more captivating as glitters of the island’s sand shines from afar. As our boat tapers of its engine and we glide slowly over the crystal clear waters, I heaved out a sigh of anticipation at a full day of being idle at this island.


Edgar keeps telling us to ‘Keep Kalm at Kalanggaman’ while reminding us of a bottle of vodka he brought with him. Stories about how wasted they end up during the recently held Sinulog Festival floated around like narratives of wartime acts of bravery, followed by bursts of laughter from Gaye, our forever muse and one of the most jovial travel companions I’ve ever had.


We quickly set up camp with our rented two-man tent which we managed to fit our four bodies later that night. The relentless beam of the morning sun forced us to take refuge under a tree where we lounged the whole afternoon sharing stories over grilled chicken and pork liempo. Our small group inhabited the island along with half a dozen boatmen and caretakers and a handful of other campers. Because it was a weekday, we avoided the usual influx of visitors so we feel like having the whole island for ourselves. In no time, our tiny band of merry pranksters have achieved a natural high even without the use psychedelic drugs.


Our drug is comprised of the unruffled beauty of Kalanggaman even if we were reduced to munching chips by late afternoon, the visual feast was enough to nourish us throughout the next day. We laid over the sands in wait for the gorgeous sunset that later showered us with golden rays - hovering over the glistening red skies that made figures of fishing boats and little kids playing, a spectacle of silhouette from a distance. By nighttime we only heard the sizzles of the waves, our surroundings only illuminated by the solar powered lamp posts and above us we stared at the infinite dots of stars adorning the dark skies. Over shots of vodka stories of past travels, of places we love and despair reigns over the serene island further bonding us four to a deeper camaraderie.


Having four bodies trying to sleep inside a two-man tent can really force you to learn to doze up sideways. I awoke in the middle of the night with a numb left side as I can barely feel my arm, so I decided to lie on a bench outside the tent but the spectacle of the stars kept me awake until sunrise.


Despite of the cold wind blowing outside, I lay staring at the ceiling of our universe and wondered about similar planets located within one of those billions of stars. Not only I was Keeping ‘Kalm’ at Kalanggaman, I also find myself speculating if we are ever alone in the vast infinite space I see above me. For over an hour I was consumed by this thought.


Not surrendering to the magnificence of the sunset, the sunrise at Kalanggaman more than hold its own. Dishing a spellbinding picture of fiery red skies as it slowly engulfs the remaining darkness with the morning light, the ambiance around the island turns notches more surreal. All four of us started shooting pictures of the sunrise and explored the other part of the island decked with limestone cover leading to the other side where a smaller sandbar can be seen.


By early morning during the time of the day when the waters starts to recede, one can see the whole stretch of the sandbar Kalanggaman island is known for. I and Gaye walked towards the edge of the extended sandbar so far that when I turned my head I saw the towering coconut trees of the island starting to dwarf from my view.


I sat and stretched my feet barely enough to dip it into the waters and stared longingly at the clear waters while feeling the fine sands over my hands. Slowly, the musical thundering drum beats of the Ati-Atihan that has clouded my mind for the past few days have been slowly replaced by the melodious jingles of the waves – accompanied by the sweet laughter of Gaye from the background, as she was busy telling a story, unknowingly that my mind was already contained by the charms of Kalanggaman. 

                                    
Kalanggaman Island is roughy three hours from Tacloban City

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*Drone image from Femme Mia Panlilio* 

*This article appeared on the May issue of Cruising: Going Places travel magazine* 
                     

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