We woke up in the darkness of four, rode a habal-habal through the deserted morning, sauntered through a zigzagging wooden bridge, waded on a marshland filled with mangroves and watched the sun rose from the sculpted Bel-At Rock Formation.
We walked, we swam, we slipped, we crawled, we jumped, we dived. Through hard rain and blistering sun, we explored every nooks and crannies of five more rock formations, stopping only until the sun set down behind the cloudy horizon of Biri Island.
After what seemed like an eternity of smoke-belched jeepneys, crowded buses and rocky boat rides, I finally made it into the island of Biri in Samar.
Rain pelted my face as our habal-habal sped thru the narrow roads of the town en route to the rock formations that the island is known for. I was starting to lose hope of getting a decent photograph though as we waded forward to the gargantuan sentinels guarding the coast; the sky was a monochrome of pure white and the rain still won’t let up.
But the sheer beauty of Biri’s Rock Formations pushed us to explore further. Oblivious to the downpour, we walked and climbed through the more famous of the rocks, the Magasang Formation. And after half an hour or so the rain stopped and hints of blues finally appeared in the sky.
I shook off the rain cover from my camera, screwed on some filters and set my tripod. It was time to seriously shoot the rocks!
