The sun was waking up. The horizon was glowing with an intense orange tint as street dogs watch our car howl through the crispy morning air of Dipaculao’s empty streets.
The sky still had traces of the grand sunrise we witnessed while on the road as we hurriedly got out of the car and headed straight to the booming sounds emanating from the shore.
Almost like a deconstructed karsts, the jagged rocks jutting out of the waters of Ampere Beach in Dipaculao stand proudly against the massive crashing waves as we tried to walk briskly on its stony beach.
We visited Ampere Beach the day before, but the light was too flat then; this time we at least got some colors to compliment the dark rock formations along the shore.
Unlike most beaches where the first thing most would really like to do is to strip, run and dive into the water; swimming at Ampere would be the farthest thing from your mind.
The shoreline here was littered with smooth apple-sized rocks that make walking quite a chore, absolutely no soft sandy beach here. The shore then quickly slopes down the water as you near the water’s edge where huge pounding waves hypnotically smash down non-stop.We explored a bit and found a cavernous hollow past the rock walls. It is said that the locals used to utilize this space to predict the incoming weather; the louder the booms of the waves while inside this area, the sourer the weather would be they say.
I would have liked to photograph the other side of the wall separating the beach but the sun eventually triumphed upwards and the beautiful morning glow was soon replaced with its harsh rays. Good light never last as long as you’d like to it to.We knew it was time to go. We walked back to our car, treading the shifting stony beach and listened as the crashing of Ampere Beach’s waves bade us goodbye.