Petra | Jordan. A rose-red city half as old as time
San Vicente | Palawan. Counting solitary strides.
Taj Mahal | India. A teardrop on the cheek of time
Catanduanes Island. Postcard-pretty slideshow.
Keep Kalm (at Kalanggaman Island | Leyte).
Nikko | Japan. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil in this UNESCO heritage town.
Counting temples in Bagan | Myanmar.
Chasing UNESCO World Heritage Sites in Sri Lanka.
Where to Stay? | Luxury, Backpacking & Glamping
Inaul Festival | Maguindanao. In homage of a weaving tradition
Rishikesh | India. a morning walk inside the Beatle's Ashram
Cairo | Egypt. a surreal moment at the great pyramids of giza

Chapter 3: The Lightness of Meeting an Old Romantic Tagbanwa Couple

Under gloomy skies and over calm waters, our boat threaded the stillness of the sea unto a place not frequented by tourists. Passing through tiny islands dominated by edgy limestone cliffs, to which our boatman Russell points to, as some of the treacherous path leading to hidden lakes, where the Tagbanua tribe collects their supply for the birds' nest trade. I imagined a scenario of what it feels like being transported back in the 1950's and instead of going to Coron Island, we are heading to the mysterious Asmat region in Papua New Guinea.

While no one will ever know what happened to the young member of the Rockefeller clan who mysteriously vanished in the Asmat region in 1961, one thing for sure, the Tagbanua people–even decades before–aren't feared nor isolated from the outside world. As Coron Island starts to get bigger  in sight, I feel like an intruder venturing into their world. I told myself, we were not visiting to document their way of life as if its something of entertainment fodder or a NatGeo feature. What we really set out forth here is to interact with some of the locals, to learn a thing or two. Which a couple of hours later as we board our boat back, we would learn a romantic story, far more touching than most John Cusack, Sandra Bullock and Kim-Gerard movies combined.

Lauren Denoga

After wadding through knee deep streams and unto the Tagbanua's quiet community, we reached a house painted in colored blue popping out amidst the green surroundings. Lauren describes it as a "Coron Mariachi House". We saw an elderly couple who introduced their names as Salong and Salome. Salong is the brother of Rodolfo Aguilar I - the current tribal leader of the Tagbanua tribe.

Mang Salong's feature is highlighted by the deep lines on his face and one will quickly notice the cataract on his eyes. To the casual observer, he would seem weak and old, but the moment he started talking one would notice right away that old age hasn't slowed down his spirit and mind one bit. We noticed a tattoo on Nanay Salome's shoulder and asked when she had that. She told us, it was Mang Salong who inked her as a sign of their love for each other, many years ago.

Lauren Denoga

As their story goes, they met many years after the war and were united together through a fix marriage. Through the years they had four children, whom unfortunately all died at a young age due to malaria. I could only shake my head upon hearing that, as the tragedies that befell them happened more than 20 years ago, those could have been prevented today, now that medical care is available even in the island of Coron. 

Gretchen Filart and Mujee Gonzales

I looked around their house and all I see are symbols of simplicity. I feel a little bit of out of place by parading around their community with a DSLR camera hanging around my neck. It certainly feels like outsiders like us are infecting their modest lifestyle with unwarranted hinges to the modern world. 

Koryn Iledan

Mang Salong also told us about a minor conflict that is going on between factions of their tribe. Since the Tagbanwa tribe of Coron Island were awarded jurisdiction and management of more than 22,000 hectares of land–as accorded by the Ancestral Domain law in 1998–misunderstandings about how each places shall be managed started to form among the tribe members.

Lauren Denoga

While I believe they deserve to claim property of their land. Again, I feel like the whole source of this mess is us; the outsiders who frolic at their land, posing for photographs and merely treating it as a holiday destination. Not knowing that it is a sacred place for the Tagbanua people, and by opening this place to us, certain problems arises as an after-effect of mass tourism.

Levy Amosin

On the other side, the fees collected from tourist spots dotting the archipelago of Coron can greatly help their community's economy. I hope certain individuals, whether a member of their tribe or from the local government or even some LGU units can help them resolve their differences, so the funds will be equally distributed among the members of their community. Basic services such as; health care to combat diseases like Malaria, a clean water system and so on. 

Lauren Denoga

Our visit was an eye-opener one. It made me look at 'tourism'  as a two-way street. You not only should please visitors, you also need to nurture the local communities and safeguard their economic interests and natural resources. Each one of us should also start to equate it with the communities who were already living and thriving in their own simple ways. It may look Jurassic to us outsiders, but take away our material convenience and put ourselves in their situations? then ask yourself if you'd survive a month, a year or a lifetime. We know that we cannot.

Celine Murillo

We had the ability to help them through little jobs and income the tourism industry will generate, but it is paramount that we also respect their way of living, culture and traditions. As we bid Salong and Salome goodbye, I appreciated their their humble life more and it made me to look forward to going back on this island again.

Lauren Denoga

Walking back towards our boat we encounter other residents of the island. Our guide Russell introduced us to his mother who also resides at the island but is not of a Tagbanua origin. Much like the communities all over Busuanga and Coron, outsiders have been welcomed as part of their own - making both non and full pledged Tagbanuas living together in harmony. 

We also met the barangay leaders, who politely rejected our request for a chat. Knowing now, how the tide of modernity and the tourism industry have somehow stepped on the sacred ground of their place, we understand completely why some of them would not like to talk to us. I just hope that somehow, in the near future, we all find a balance to find ways and means for their community to flourish, without having to sacrifice the sacredness of their land to the outsiders who usually come in hordes aboard a boat with flashing cameras, and smiles of holiday-makers.

Ron and Monette reached our boat minutes ahead of us as Lauren and I took our precious time walking along the stream, getting our feet wet, looking at the forested path and most of all, feeling like the younger versions of Salong and Salome.

Chapter 1: Pre-Lumineer's Arrival in Coron

Chapter 2: Hula-Hoop Coron Island Hopping