The morning of our last day in Coron found me walking through town once again. My feet led me through its steep streetways, passing sleeping houses and waking dogs. A few minutes past and the breeze of the sea greeted me as I wandered through the brick paved plaza right by the docks.
The sun had just risen and everything looked golden; the scent of a good morning was into every fiber of the small town.
The grass was mildewy and the sea calm. People were already up and about; workers and fishermen hauling cargos from trucks and boats, buses idly waiting for passengers to fill up its empty seats, the carenderias filled with people digging into their favorite silogs, joggers doing their daily rounds and early risers basically just enjoying the fine weather and the scenic view of the nearby Higantes Island.
I checked the market for stalls selling cheap cups of coffee and found one near the docks. It was populated mostly by boatmen having their morning fix before taking off seawards.
I paid for my fifteen-peso coffee and took it with me to the plaza. I wanted to enjoy my still steaming brew right beside the sea, let its aroma mix with the morning wind as I watch people, lone motorbikes and wooden boats pass me by.
With our last few hours in town ticking, I watched and savor as the sleepy town of Coron slowly wake up.