It was the dawn of the 20th of April, I should have been at Lucena already on my way to Naga but instead found myself at the rooftop of a stranger’s house, shooting the glow of the soon rising sun behind the mountains of Marinduque.

Last night had been a whirlwind.

I arrived at the makeshift port of Buenavista at 8pm from a twilight ride of an almost speedboat from Banton. I was supposed to head straight to Cawit Port to catch the ferry to Lucena, but it turned out that it leaves at exactly 8pm. Unless I can find a tricycle that can drive at the speed of light, I’m stuck at Marinduque.

I really don’t mind spending a bit of time in Marinduque though, what with the ongoing Moriones Festival roaming its turn-of-the-century streets. The problem was where to stay.