Isla Isla lang: Camotes Island
The crisp and fresh wind blew across our faces on October 2nd 2012. I can still vividly recall the eye-opening and serene nature of Camotes Island. So, with heavy and bulky backpacks on, skipping heart beats and our ever so trusty helmets, we hopped on to the motorcycle and drove up North to Danao. We stopped over this small-scale restaurant just along the street. With grumbling stomachs, we checked out the catch of the day! Unlike the blood shot eyed fishes we normally come to see in supermarkets, the ones in Danao have clear eyes and such conspicuous sea water smell that even the word fresh would be considered an understatement. As soon as the fish was taken fresh off the grill and served on the table, we excitedly ripped open our puso (hanging rice) and tore through the fishes' hot , white flesh with our plastic covered hands. What a satisfying and almost sweet P180-peso meal. Immediately after eating, we rushed to Danao port only to find out that...