Last Wednesday, I revisited an old favorite, this time via roads fringed with greens. The beach is as I remember it to be: pristine, almost secluded, just perfect.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Paguriran
Ten years ago, I took the banca to Paguriran Island. I was on a swing in Sorsogon, and although I was born and raised here, I realized I never really knew the place. My first stop was this little speck of white along the Bacon coastline. Memories of that first stop lingered long after the actual trip.
Last Wednesday, I revisited an old favorite, this time via roads fringed with greens. The beach is as I remember it to be: pristine, almost secluded, just perfect.
Last Wednesday, I revisited an old favorite, this time via roads fringed with greens. The beach is as I remember it to be: pristine, almost secluded, just perfect.
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