Very important tools in freediving. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Well of course you can do without them but it’s convenient to have them. I bought this 30m rope that I can use to tie the diving buoy to a boat or weights to anchor it. It has been helpful when my mom was snorkeling two days ago. It was a chaotic affair, with so many boats and all, but we easily found our boat because of this rope. The weights (2 kg each) helped secure the rope.
Once the horrible southwestern monsoon rains have subsided, I will start booking a weekend stay in Anilao to practice freediving. I always end up taking care of others that I couldn’t do my own thing.
It will take two months of waiting though. The habagat season will start in a few days and until Sept then the violent typhoons will start saying hello in Oct-Dec. I have to time it well.
Violent sea. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
My mom and sister braved the strong waves this morning but the sea grew more violent so they had to content themselves with dipping in the swimming pool. Good thing they have decent pools here.
No more sun, the sea is more violent. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
We are now sandwiched between two typhoons and a low pressure area, which have been sucking the southwest monsoon upwards, hence the violent waves we’ve been having.
Real-time satellite image courtesy of NOAA.
The weather is worse in Southern Luzon and Metro Manila today. I hope our flight won’t be cancelled.
Workimg by the beach, painting while attending a Teams call.
I have another call with my boss in a few minutes then I will be whisked away to the airport and fly back to Manila. I guess its bedlam out there due to the typhoon. 😩 Long drive ahead of me.
While listening to the call this morning. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Bound for stormy Manila. 😩
After breakfast. Rough waters. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The spark is gone. I no longer want to come back here. I don’t know where to go; everywhere the coral reefs are dying. I don’t know if Apo Reef, the second largest contiguous reef barrier in the world next to Great Barrier in Australia, has escaped this disaster. It takes a decade to 12 years before a reef can recover without disturbance (like a strong typhoon) or re-bleaching. With rising ocean water temperatures, it’s hard to say if they would be able to recover at all.
Went riding with my brood.
So I brought seven of my people to various places in Bohol to erase old memories and create new ones. We did the reverse trip by starting with the ATV driving in between the Chocolate Hills.
The two-seater ATV so my mom can join. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I initially drove the motorbike ATV but I changed places with my sister at the 1st pit stop so she can enjoy driving alone while I drive with my mom.
The new thing here is the 2nd pit stop where you can climb one of the hills and take in the view from the top.
Twin A. Photo courtesy of one of hercousins.
I didn’t climb because my thighs are killing me after battling with the waves yesterday to keep my mom from drifting into the big blue open sea. I said I’ll just try climbing the old Chocolate Hills lookout.
But… No. Look at this monstrosity below.
Photo by CallMeCreation.com via Fujifilm XQ1. I found a spot.
I brought my kids to Chocolate Hills so that they can see for themselves this geological phenomenon.
Photo by CallMeCreation.com Tarsier, the world’s smallest primate. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
We visited the Bohol Tarsier Conservation Center so my kids and nephews can see in person the world’s smallest primate. They’re 3-6 inches tall and are very sensitive to everything.
We then proceeded to Loboc for the river cruise because we’re famished.
Floating along Loboc River. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The last time I/we did the river cruise was in 2019 and it was called Loay River Cruise (different operator). The landing for the Loboc River Cruise is just across the Loboc church and is very much new and improved compared to the 2003 version.
Folk dancing in one of the river stations.
My sister and I said this kind of tour is for the balikbayan and foreigners. But for us locals, we just want to have lunch while going around some parts of the island.
One of the water sources that feed Loboc river. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
We stopped by the butterfly whatever, which was just a sorry kind of zoo. We should have skipped this one.
The only positive thing in this pit stop: the photo op.
We stopped by Baclayon church for my mom’s benefit. It is a Sunday after all.
I don’t remember going inside a museum in 2019 so it felt like this museum is new to me.
Baclayon church museum. Photo by CallMeCreation.comThe old hymn book. Photo by CallMeCreation.comBaclayon church is the second oldest stone church in the country. Photo by CallMeCreation.comIt was, however, destroyed in the 2013 earthquake.The altarinside the church. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Twin A walking along the very old corridor of the church. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Twin A. Photo by CallMeCreation.comDown the old stairsleading to a courtyard. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Then I showed to my family the site of the Blood Compact between Bool’s (old name of Bohol) Rajah Sikatuna and Miguel Lopez de Legazpi, the conquistador. The monument has been moved from the main highway to a few meters down at the back and they made a park so it can accommodate more cars instead of having them clogging the highway.
Photo by CallMeCreation.comIt now has an amphitheater next to the monument for cultural shows. Photo by CallMeCreation.comTwin I investigating the park. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
It was a full day and my kids and nephews enjoyed it.
To cap the day, I went soundtripping by the beach for an hour until evening fell.
Dropping anchor at Balicasag island. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Just like the other major diving spots in this country, Balicasag island didn’t escape the massive coral bleaching of the past 4 years. The entire coral ridge is dead. Dead. Deader than dead. No more fish. It’s grey. It’s a graveyard.
I want to cry. Climate change is killing everything.
We skipped the dolphin watching thing because it was such a waste of time, plus it was already late. The sun was already beating down on us when we left the resort.
It was a very rushed affair compared to our trip in 2003 and in 2019. This time, there’s a queue for boatmen and it’s strictly 1 hr: 30 mins for sea turtle swimming and coral snorkeling/diving. Can’t extend because there is still a long queue of tourists waiting for their turn to be ferried by our boatmen.
Compared to 5 years ago, swimming with the turtles now is super chaotic because you bump into so many boats. Same with the coral snorkeling.
Over-tourism is ugly.
Climate change is uglier.
Anchoring. Photo by CallMeCreation.comThis looks lovely but the reality is that marine life is under threat. At Virgin Island sandbar.
I no longer know how to express this grief. It hurts so much. A scuba diving friend reacted to my Instagram post about the coral bleaching. She said the same thing is happening to Danjugan Island marine sanctuary in Negros Occidental, the coral bleaching has become a problem and the pawikan are getting sick and dying.
I wasn’t able to practice diving deeper because I was assisting my 74-year-old mom. I was tugging my diving buoy that she was holding on to while she snorkled. The waves were strong since it was high tide, so she was constantly being swept away to the open sea. I had to fight back and keep her in place.
Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I guess I need to go back to Anilao to do my thing before we go to Coron, Palawan…
But then, I don’t think things are better there. Even the Great Barrier Reef in Australia is dead. My sister did scuba diving there and she said the house reef in Eaglepoint Resort in Anilao was much better than that. That’s how bad the coral bleaching there is.
My heart is breaking.
While having dinner by the beach. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I’ve almost forgotten how chaotic domestic flights are, especially with Cebu Pacific. I haven’t taken CEB in five years purposely but this time I didn’t have a choice since I’m not alone and I needed to book for 8 people.
I’ve also forgotten how small the seats are and that these do not recline.
Good thing I had enough sleep (3 hrs) so I’m not as grumpy as normal, which is my default mood during early morning flights.
Oh hello again. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Low pressure areas/typhoons do follow me anywhere these days. Tomorrow’s dive in Balicasag is still pending; let’s see how the winds are tomorrow. Otherwise I will just bring my brood to tour Bohol.
I lugged our fins around and bought a special bag for my long fins just for this trip. Ah, the commitment to a hobby…
Diving fin bag. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Waiting for check-in time. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Slaves still need to work. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Sun is out! But I’m so stressed. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
My manager is dampening my mood today. She’s giving me anxiety again. She’s making me feel like everything is my fault. 😣
Low tide. Photo by CallMeCreation.com Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Kimchi, my lazy and grumpy cat. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I think I did ok with yesterday’s one-hour interview. There were four of them and all questions were situational, things that a non-news editor-journo cannot answer well. It was a test of judgment call, whether it was correct or not, depending on the needs and situation. It was also a test whether I would be fit for the role.
I realized during the conversation with them that I wouldn’t have a life. I would be tied to the desk for at least 8 hrs, almost no meal breaks because the job is time-sensitive news. Every second counts. The shift would start at 6 am. 🤦🏻♀️The thing is I am definitely not a morning person. It will really be a struggle for me.
Anyway, the next is the three-hour editing test. I need to block time for that because it’s going to be an intense editing session, methinks. If I bungle this, it’s ok. At least I tried. I hate editing under so much pressure so I will just let go and let this be a learning experience.
Again, I would be giving up so much freedom in exchange for the chance to get away from my manager. So it won’t be that bad if I don’t get this; I still have a job albeit I would have to contend with my manager. The only ways I can stay out of her reach is by 1) asking for a demotion; 2) complain to her manager so that I would be moved to another manager, which would create so much crisis in the newsdesks of APAC; and 3) find another job and resign. I took the easiest route (3) but it’s the riskiest of them all.
Footspa and pedicure for beach-ready feet. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Doing errands before we leave for the airport at 2 am because our flight to Panglao is at 5:20 am. Considering that this is Terminal 3, all fuck-ups can happen like long snaking lines.
Cozy lamp from Lazada arrived today. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I was doing fine last week until this afternoon. I had my story edited and then—boom! My manager went picking on me again. The editor who was the primary editor, didn’t see what the fuss was all about. Then my manager emailed me and pressed me for things that are impossible. I told her if that’s so critical, then I’m dropping the story. We’ll just wait for the company announcement because there was no way I could extract information anymore, even called Hong Kong to get what I needed. There were legal implications that’s why it’s impossible at this point and she couldn’t see that.
She realized I was serious about dropping the story.
She did pull back a bit. But I’m too pissed off to even bother pushing the story out.
I have been pushing back recently. I’m tired of her bullshit.
I told my co-author that I wanted to quit. I was fine with my job but my manager is really the one pushing me out. I would have stayed for a bit longer but with her as my manager? I don’t think so.
I hate her.
My anger mixed with anxiety is killing my productivity today. I don’t want to jump into another job just because I’m being emotional. I want to be rational when making big decisions like this. I want logic to dictate all my moves and not because I just want to get away from a person I have come to hate.