The moral of this story is, Manila weather had spoiled us.
From January to March, we’d experienced maybe five minutes of rain—tops. That’s the beauty of living in a two season-climate: you’re either dry or wet.
For Manila that may be the case, but not so much Baler. Baler, located five to six hours north and surrounded by mountains and rainforest, experiences much more unpredictable weather. So of course we failed to check the forecast before dragging our visiting friends up there. Of course Typhoon Gillian decided to downpour on us for three days.
But there are ways to make the best of poorly-timed situations, especially with best friends at your side. First, gather a group of friends who are totally game for anything. Who are adventurous. Who you won’t want to kill after spending 24 hours cooped up inside. (This is crucial.)
Then, take advantage of the first few hours of somewhat dry weather and squeeze in a hike to the always impressive and gorgeous Ditumabo (AKA Mother Falls) Falls. No matter that your two friends just spent 24 hours in the air. They won’t complain about the hour-long hike crossing rivers, past pineapple and coconut farms after schlepping through an unforgiving East Coast winter.
Then, get splashed with rain as you take a tricycle ride to Diguisit Beach, which I swear is beautiful when it’s not down-pouring and gloomy as all get-out.
Afterward, day-drink your heart away at your hotel restaurant, racking up a bill that only amounts to about $20 for five people. Order enough food for you know, 10. Enough so that the waiters give you weird looks for ordering so. much. food. (Repeat the day after. And the day after that.) Wash away any guilt of eating fried pork fat with another Red Horse.
Photograph courtesy of Lauren Migaki.
The next day, burn some calories (that you would have accomplished while surfing) with a rainy beach run. In normal, beautiful Baler weather this would require copious amounts of suntan lotion and last maybe 10 minutes before wanting to strip off all of your clothes and dive into the ocean. A rainy beach run is all sorts of amazing, and quite frankly, pretty bad ass.
Photograph courtesy of Amanda Dennelly.
And finally, next time, check the weather forecast.
For more, head to Amanda’s blog Full Spectrum of Life.