The Song of the Caged Bird: A Community Convention Against Human Trafficking

On December 14^th my counterpart and I conducted a training seminar for our community partners which included core groups from eight local high schools and five barangay. The day began with a prayer and the singing of the national anthem. Then we had a former beneficiary of Good Shepherd Welcome House recite the poem, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou.

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Next we had a review from my counterpart on the recent human trafficking convictions in the Philippines, followed by our first guest speaker from the Children’s Legal Bureau who discussed the anti-trafficking laws and enforcement. Then I facilitated a break out session where participants were split into mixed groups and assigned to create a skit/song/slogan campaign to raise awareness about the anti-trafficking laws in their community. The campaigns focused on both preventing victims and perpetrators and the outcome totally exceeded our expectations. The participants came up with really creative musical adaptations and hilarious skits which proved how easy and fun the implementation of awareness campaigns can be. 

  

After lunch we had a family specialist from the Department of Social Welfare and Development give a presentation on family dynamics and domestic violence in relation to human trafficking. In keeping with the theme of family dynamics, I facilitated another break out session on how to assess a family using eco-mapping which maps the strengths and weaknesses of family and community relationships as well as displaying each family member’s connection to structural social systems. We concluded the session with hypothetical scenarios to test our participant’s responses to typical case studies and they passed with flying colors.  

Super Typhoon Yolanda

Typhoon Yolanda was a tragic and devastating act of nature. To say that this disaster was anything less than hell on earth is an understatement. The Philippines and the world are hurting and we want someone to blame. We can blame the chaos unfolding on global warming, or the poverty in the Philippines, or poor disaster management; but this is just talk. This is critical analysis and this is numbers. When we are finished talking, the victims have less water, less food and less hope.

Here in Cebu Filipinos are not talking, they are mobilizing. Hundreds of volunteers are organizing and distributing donations to the affected areas.  Surges of more people who want to help are spilling out of the Department of Social Welfare and Development Offices. Instead of turning their hurt into blame and useless criticisms, they are turning their hurt into action and service. Yesterday I worked side by side with Filipinos who were frantically packing donations. The helplessness I felt watching the news just a few hours earlier, turned into hopefulness and purpose.

For many Peace Corps volunteers we have struggled to find meaning and purpose behind our work here. We are often frustrated with the cultural differences, complex populations and financial restrictions. Yolanda changed that. Our purpose is clear. So let’s not talk, let’s move.  

(For those who want to donate from abroad try the Red Cross or the World Food Programme.)

The Ring of Fire

Yesterday morning I awoke to swaying walls and my belongings crashing to the floor. I ran outside with my host family who were fleeing  the house in their pajamas and bare feet. Listening to the sheer number of neighbors wailing and screaming was one of the most unnerving  experiences I've ever had. In the Philippines large families live together in close proximity and hearing so many people panicking only escalated the chaotic environment. 

After the initial 7.2 earthquake we lost power then felt a series of aftershocks that startled us during the day and kept us awake throughout the night. They have continued today, and earlier this morning we've felt as large as 5.1.

Struck the hardest was our 
neighboring island of Bohol. 
As a result I am hosting another Peace Corps volunteer who was travelling through and has found herself stranded in Cebu.

The damage caused in Cebu was widespread but most devastating was the partial destruction of Santo Niño, one of the oldest churches in the Philippines. Founded in the 16th century, and built during the Spanish rule, this is a historical and treasured monument in my city.

Luckily many people were at home with their families during the earthquake because it occurred on Id-ul-Alda (Feast of Sacrifice) a Muslim national holiday.

The Philippines is a country plagued by earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, typhoons and flash floods. I am very thankful to report that all of my friends, host family and coworkers managed to get through the crisis safely. Please keep us in your thoughts during this chaotic time. 

Recent Cases of Sex Trafficking/Child Pornography in Cebu

July 11- Strip club manager in Mandaue convicted of human trafficking http://www.sunstar.com.ph/breaking-news/2013/07/11/strip-club-manager-mandaue-convicted-human-trafficking-291957

July 16 - Australian tourist charged with human trafficking, child abuse based on boys’ account of sex encounters
http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/445919/australian-tourist-charged-with-human-trafficking-child-abuse-based-on-boys-account-of-sex-encounters#ixzz2eAnId51x

July 18 - Three persons will face trial for allegedly pimping five women on Juana Osmeña St., Cebu City
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/cebu/local-news/2013/07/15/3-pimps-5-women-face-trafficking-cases-292665

July 31 - The police filed human trafficking charges against the 29-year-old woman who allegedly tried to recruit eight girls, including a minor, for prostitution in Barangay Poblacion, Moalboal.
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/cebu/local-news/2013/07/31/ex-waitress-faces-trafficking-rap-29528

Sept 5th - Pregnant woman arrested for allegedly exposing own kids to cyberporn in Cordova
http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/481671/pregnant-woman-arrested-for-allegedly-exposing-own-kids-to-cyberporn-in-cordova#ixzz2eAmMOYyY

Sept 7th - Authorities said they had to stage a “rescue operation” after tracing photos of thirteen girls, aged 9 to 14, which appeared on porn websites. http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/482787/kids-were-called-out-of-their-classes-homes-by-task-force#ixzz2eAl3C2iv

Street Children

Today I saw a baby girl no more than one year old crawling in the street. I knew she was a baby girl because she was completely naked, her hands and knees covered in black soot. That’s how she’ll start her life on earth. I can’t stand seeing that and I can’t stand thinking about how vulnerable she’ll be to abuse of all kinds as she grows older and tries to make it on the streets. That’s a beautiful, innocent baby and they’ll have her down there crawling around in the trash, where men take a piss. In the dusty, polluted street with muddy puddles that make your feet itch. That’s the future she has ahead of her and I can’t even wrap my brain around the idea because there are so many of these kids living on the streets and it seems that they have no more value than stray dogs.

This happened to me shortly after I received a card from a relative back home celebrating the birth of a new baby boy. This baby is so lucky. He has a family who adores him. He has probably received plenty of new clothes and nice toys. He has a warm crib to sleep in, a mother and father who work hard to put food on the table. Upon hearing about this new birth in my family I felt a strong maternal instinct, wondering if and when I would ever have children and how I would want to celebrate my child’s arrival into this world. Yet it’s evident that there are already so many children who need help, so isn't it with that little girl that my duty should lie?

In our everyday life it’s so easy for us to separate ourselves from that level of poverty. We can rationalize the whole experience as being a problem too big for us to handle, too widespread for our actions to make a difference, but that’s just not good enough. No child deserves to grow up on the street. That’s a human being, that’s somebody’s baby. 

Peace Corps Guilt

Guilt. That’s the emotion I have constantly been plagued with while living in Cebu City. Regardless of the situation… because of my American privilege followed accordingly by American ignorance, guilt will surely follow. I have these negative reoccurring thought patterns. I can feel them wearing me down, testing my patience and I’m afraid of the person I am becoming. When I started this assignment I wanted to be able to serve others with an open heart. Yet I can’t help but feel that my initial idealism has left me feeling completely naïve and inadequate. I cannot seem to rationalize away the guilt that follows every thought and action.

How can humanity allow for such extreme wealth and extreme poverty to coexist? And at what point have we lost our humanity?  

I feel a constant and persistent guilt while living in Cebu City, but I guess that means I’m still human. 

One Year Gone...

I've spent the last year living in a foreign country. The whole idea of it still seems bizarre on some level. 

I've been attempting to adapt and understand the Philippines as best I can. I have met so many wonderful people, visited beautiful places and I have made unforgettable memories. I am reminded every day of how lucky I am to be an American, to have an education, and a family that loved me enough to support me this far. I have no doubt grown from this experience, I feel more competent everyday and I have not forgotten the privilege that serving as a Peace Corps volunteer has afforded me.

At the same time, being in the Philippines for one year hasn't been easy and to be honest I am still grappling with the idea of living here for another 14 months. There have been highs in which I have felt like the luckiest person on earth, and lows in which I have felt like the loneliest. I've been challenged by the reality of the environmental pollution,  extreme poverty, systemic oppression, sexism, and misguided western influence. 

Yet despite being here for one year, there are still many aspects of myself that I'd like to improve. Namely I could be more patient, understanding, and dedicated to my service, but without any baseline sometimes it's hard to know what impact you're actually having as a volunteer. The more measurable outcome I think, is how the experience impacts you in the way that you view the world, and make conscious decisions to care for other people. 

In closing, I think I'll have to quote one of my earlier posts from May 1st 2012, 

just after I accepted my invitation to serve in the Philippines.  

"Not knowing where you will end up is what makes life so interesting 

and the growth you experience is always more valuable than the end point." 

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Peace Corps Site Video

Here is the link to my Peace Corps site video which documents my life in the Philippines thus far.
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B51za2LO3lZdNEJOLXUtc0l3bDg/edit

Night Outreach in Cebu City

I recently joined outreach in one of our target barangays. Our objective was to track down clients and invite them to come to a free medical check-up that was being offered by one of our partner agencies. I had been in this area many times during the day to conduct human trafficking seminars, but the night life in the community was still largely unexplored, and although I knew that the living conditions were dire, I was still not prepared for what we encountered.

I set out with two of the staff from the center, along with one of our peer educators. We walked along an uneven cement path stepping carefully over dirty brown puddles, discarded food and trash. The heavy air held the stench of the city, sweaty bodies and pollution, with the additional odor of a community without any proper waste management. The majority of the buildings around us resembled sheds made of light materials, quickly thrown together with little planning or thought in regards to safety. Televisions blared from inside, but many people sat on the street where there was mild air circulation, card games and drinking circles. The path was crowded. Men walked around with their shirts off, women were chatting with friends or holding their babies, children ran all over laughing and playing games. There were nameless bodies everywhere. People sleeping outside and curled up in filthy places where you wouldn't expect a living person to reside.

The women we talked to had holes in their arms from injecting benzodiazepine and methamphetamine (I later found out that 51% of the intravenous drug users in this barangay are HIV positive).We gave each woman a small box that held three condoms and invited them to bring their children to have a free check-up. The women complained first and foremost asking for more condoms. One woman ran up to us in a dress that was soaking wet. She had just taken a bath outside. Further up the path I could see three women sitting in a line in front of a bucket rubbing water and soap hastily over their bodies, bathing in the street where anyone could watch. I could not even fathom living in such close quarters, with such limited privacy.

As we walked around, the darkness was filled with laughter, whispers and cigarette smoke. There were old computers and televisions set up in public spaces. Both had groups of people crowded around the screens. They were watching the NBA finals. 

We turned a corner to see a group of kids, who upon seeing me jumped out of their chairs and rushed over. I had three street children on each side of me holding my arms, saying things like, “What’s your name? Will you take me to Jollibee? You have beautiful eyes. Give me pesos.” The children’s hands were wet and their clothes dirty, but I answered their questions and let them hold on to me as long as they liked.

As we continued forward the kids eventually lost interest. In the darkness it was hard to maneuver on the faulty paths, I followed my coworkers, carefully stepping where they stepped. My counterpart began talking to a female pimp, telling her about the medical services we were offering for the girls. Then a taxi pulled up – a customer, and many pimps ran over to try and make their best offer. I was told that before the raids began the street walkers would surround the taxi and the customer could simply point at the girl of their choice. Now the prostituted women remain hidden but are easily contacted via text message.

I was grateful to have this deeper exposure in the work that we do and plan to spend more time doing outreach so that I can have a better understanding of what our client’s experience. Up until this point I have been able to focus on mobilizing the community and working with girls in job training who had already left this life behind. It’s clear to me now the importance of seeing and experiencing the reality of their previous lives in order to fully understand their background and help them maintain a successful reintegration back into the community. 

IST/PDM

I spent last week reuniting with my original batch of 271 volunteers after being apart for almost seven months of service. We were gathered for a conference to update us on our responsibilities as PCV's and learn about how to document our service projects in our communities. It was really wonderful to see everyone and hear about all the great work going on in the Philippines. Everyone loved our advocacy materials. We were able to sell every single shirt, with lots of people still asking for more.

We were all joined by our counterparts from our respective agencies and I was reminded of how lucky I am to get to work everyday with one of my best friends. Our relationship may not always be rainbows and butterflies but we are open and honest with each other which makes an incredible difference. Arianne and I created a project proposal and learned about monitoring and evaluation techniques. We also discovered some funding opportunities that we may be able to access for Welcome House. Our project proposal went something like this...

 

Vision

A community where men are actively involved in eliminating 

sex trafficking and prostitution.

Goal

Establish a MAP - Men Against Prostitution group in the community that encompasses 80 male high school students and 25 male community members to serve as role models and peer educators on the issue of sex trafficking and prostitution by the end of June 2013.  

This idea can easily be incorporated into the advocacy work that we are already doing with our core groups in the schools and barangays. We are hoping that we can also create a short film to utilize as an advocacy tool that will showcase men speaking about why they are against prostitution and how men can help end the exploitation and marginalization of women. We recognize that it's going to be difficult to get men involved on this issue but I think it's important that we do this campaign so that at the very least, we can shift some of  the responsibility onto the men and recognize that this is not just a women's issue but a societal problem that we are all accountable for.

In the last few days of the conference Arianne was contacted by a previous client asking for help. She had been trafficked from Cebu to Luzon under the premise of a 'job in Manila' and was now stuck in a brothel in Cavite (an hour outside of Manila). Luckily she was able to meet up with us and in the space of 24 hours we were able to get her some identification then book her a seat on our flight back to Cebu. Everyone was relieved to arrive home in one piece and we are now looking forward to the implementation of our proposal in our advocacy program.

HIV Camp - Barangay Training - Job Readiness

Earlier this month I was able to serve as a facilitator for a three day HIV/AIDS camp. This was targeted at our outreach clients who are still active in prostitution. I partnered with a fellow volunteer and we taught the ladies about the transmission of HIV and how to use condoms. Despite their profession many of the participants had never used a condom, so we had a good time practicing with egg plants. The venue was absolutely beautiful. It was a great opportunity for our girls to learn some new information and just enjoy getting away from the pressures of the city.

After a few months of down time our advocacy projects are picking up. We just had a Quick Response Team Training for barangay officials where we discussed the important role of local government in reporting cases of sex trafficking and prostitution within our target communities. I was able to facilitate a human referral system activity to help our core groups understand their place within the bigger system. Each person's body represented a part of the system and they had to use their arms to connect to other resources.  I made them do this without talking so we all had a good laugh watching them figure it out. 

 

 

I am still teaching Job Readiness Training at the center and this batch of girls will graduate from our program on April 20^th. Most of them have applied for scholarships and will get funding to finish school before they receive assistance in securing employment. I have really enjoyed bonding with the ladies in this class and they always inspire me. Some days I feel less motivated but by the end of our sessions together we always share many fits of laughter and I remember that my service is a two way street.  I feed off their positive energy and  it's all reciprocal. 

This last week has been hard for me emotionally as I lost my cat Sara.  I have been expecting this for a few years now, but my heart still broke when I heard the news. Despite my horrible allergies, I just completely loved being with her. I wish I could have been there to say goodbye. 

Malapascua: Shark Diving

This journey with my site mates Leah-batch 269 and AJ-batch 270 began on Friday morning at the northwest bus terminal in Cebu City. Four hours and 160 pesos later we had reached Maya located on the northern most tip of Cebu. It was 80 pesos for a boat ride from Maya to the tiny island of Malapascua (2.5 kilometers by 1 kilometer).

Upon first arrival we received a friendly greeting from the locals then began our trek across the island to Pilar’s Place (500 pesos a night). This secluded hideaway had a full kitchen, shared bathroom and a balcony overlooking the ocean. 

Later we found our way back to the main beach to scope out all the different restaurants. We settled on an Irish Bar named the Craic House, which of course prompted endless jokes. We spent the evening there, wandering back and forth to the ocean, enjoying good food in good company.

Saturday morning Leah woke for an early morning dive with thresher sharks, Malapasqua’s claim to fame. I couldn’t join her because I still need more dive experience, but you can bet I will be back to see those bad boys! Leah came back from her dive just as AJ and I were waking up, with great stories and lots of energy. We all got in our swimsuits without delay and settled in on the beach. We swam, we read and we slept. This was the most relaxing day I've had in months. We hiked out to a nearby light house with a great view of the island. Then for dinner we used the kitchen to whip up some spaghetti accompanied by a bottle of red wine.

Sunday morning we got to the dive shop by 9am to catch the boat to Gato Island. We were accompanied by a Chinese family, a few Italians and Canadians. The waves were wild and choppy, by the time we arrived at the dive site we were all drenched, but who could care? 

We were going diving with sharks!

Our first dive was over some beautiful reefs, we saw a few white tip sharks lounging on the sea floor and hiding under the rocks, many of them accompanied by pilot fish. For lunch the crew barbecued on the boat. We enjoyed a meal of grilled chicken, vegetables and rice while chatting with our fellow ship mates. After only a short while of sitting out in the sun we just couldn't take the heat, so we jumped off the front of the boat to cool off.

The second dive was incredible. We finned further under the shadows of the rocks until we came to a menacing underwater cave. Imagine a huge gaping hole of darkness, a perfect dwelling for a flesh eating sea monster, and you are about to swim through it.

We used flashlights to guide us, never completely knowing what lurked in the darkness. We went deeper and deeper as the cave gradually turned right, then left, all of us carefully maneuvering through the limited space. My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, when  before us was a bright shimmer of daylight. We had reached another opening, and the water at the mouth of the cave was a mesmerizing shade of blue. I let out a sigh of relief, and that was when we saw them. It was the clear silhouette of multiple sharks circling at the mouth of the cave.

We moved very slowly, closer and closer to the sharks. My body instinctively was on guard but I reminded myself to remain calm and breath slow. They were only a few meters away. We remained in that position for about five minutes before the sharks swam away from us. 

When we left the cave we were surrounded by huge reefs that towered above us, overflowing with life from every angle. It was all completely unreal. Our guide swam towards an opening in the reefs as he motioned the signal for shark. I followed diligently to the other side where we found more sharks circling and closer this time. Again we just watched in awe as the beautiful creatures glided gracefully in front of us, and then they were gone.

The rest of the dive was gorgeous most notable was an adorable yellow seahorse, but honestly nothing compares to venturing through that cave and seeing so many sharks. I will never forget it. 

After diving we made the most of our last night on the island. I had lost my sandals to the waves so I wandered barefoot after my friends. The sun was setting on our time in Malapascua.

Under the Sea

In my quest to become dive certified...

I saw three sting rays glide effortlessly through the water. I swam through a sunken plane that had long ago become a part of the sea. I held a puffer fish as it grew in my hands. I finned below a school of barracudas. I held sea cucumbers and starfish, then swam after a cuttlefish that stared back at us with it's large knowing eyes. 

I feel so glad to have pursued this interest. How many people get the opportunity to experience this world? To breathe underwater and feel so close to nature? I will treasure the opportunity to have more experiences like these ones. They were all unforgettable. 

The Jeepney...

There is no greater insight into the culture of the Philippines then to take a ride on the local transportation. The concept of the Jeepney was first inspired by abandoned US military vehicles post World War II, but they have now evolved to have roofs for shade, long bench seats for lots of passengers and brightly colored designs or religious phrases to decorate the outside.

Within the first few minutes of being on the jeep you will likely begin to sweat, because you will sit extremely close to your fellow passengers. I have been sat on, leaned on, and slept on. Believe it or not, I have also fallen asleep on the jeep a few times. The number one rule of the jeep? There is ALWAYS room for one more, no matter how physically impossible it may seem. And if ever you forget this rule, the drivers are always happy to remind you. 

In Cebu it’s very common for young children to jump onto the back of the jeep where they will perform a song or rap, then beg for money asking “Ate? Kuya?”(big sister, big brother). There are also always vendors walking in the middle of the street who will approach the jeeps and try to sell bottled water or snacks.

I take a jeep to work every day and the fare is eight-ten pesos, that’s about twenty cents. A cab fare of the same distance costs one hundred pesos, ten times the cost of local transportation. When you are ready to pay your fare on the jeep you simply say, “Palihog ko” (please) and pass your fare to the person next to you who will pass it along a line of passengers until it reaches the driver. If you have change it will return to you in the same manner. The jeepney follows a specific route but does not have pre-planned stops. If you want the driver to stop simply knock loudly on the roof or yell, “Lugar lang” (place). Often times if someone’s request is not heard by the driver the other passengers will chime in to make sure the jeep stops. The whole process requires a profound sense of teamwork. In the Philippines, no man is an island. 

2013

Day 1

My New Year's adventure began when I met Candice, a fellow volunteer who had flown into Cebu and we made our way to the pier. We arrived an hour before our boat was planned to depart so we were feeling hopeful that things would go smoothly. At first things seemed normal enough, we found ourselves at the end of a long line. When the line didn’t move, I told myself that all the people must just be waiting for the counter to open. When people walked in front of us the first few times, I told myself they must have family members somewhere further along. I tried to remain positive as long as humanly possible but after about a half hour of waiting and hardly making any progress I began to feel anxious and irritable and I wasn’t the only one. The longer people waited, the more they would press forward, making the concept of personal space completely non-existent. We began strategizing, using our bags to hold people back and keep them from cutting in front of us. Within minutes a room of at least fifty people standing in two lines converged into a giant mob of people with arms outstretched tickets in hand. The man behind me kept moving closer and closer until I could feel his body pressed against me and no matter what I said he wouldn’t back off. 

Finally I was within reach of the counter, there was only one man in front of me when I was ambushed by a group of men who seemed to be allies, they tried to push me aside and move past me. But luckily Candice saw what was happening and threw her luggage down on the bag check platform, commanding service. At the same time I turned to the men soaked in sweat beside me who were trying to push me away from the ticket counter and held my ground forcing our passports and our tickets forward. I have never experienced anything like it, but we eventually succeeded. Three hours later when we finally arrived in Tagbilaran City on the neighboring island of Bohol. Melissa another volunteer was waiting for us with a warm welcome. We piled our bags on a trike, went back to her place and she gave us some M&M’s from her most recent care package, vacation had begun!

DAY 2

We woke up early and went to the supermarket to grab snacks for the beach. I needed a quick breakfast so I got some pancakes to go and we made our way to the jeep that was headed to the beach. I was used to being crammed in a jeep but here, not only did they pack every inch of seat space but in the two feet of space that would have normallyserved as an aisle they laid out stools for more people to sit. We didn’t leave until every inch of space was occupied. Then I slowly and carefully ate my pancakes, which took great skill and concentration.

When we arrived at our hostel, I was pleasantly surprised by the accommodation. For 350 pesos a night, the equivalent of 8.50$ per person, we stayed here www.citadelalona.com. Our room slept 3 people and we had use of a fridge, a full kitchen and a lovely terrace.

Next we made our way down to the beach and I jumped right in the ocean and swam back and forth through the crystal clear water. I spent some serious time just floating on my back looking up at the palm trees and letting the water move my body as it pleased. This was the life! After a few hours we all opted for a massage on the beach (250 pesos).

 For dinner we went to a Thai restaurant where, we sat outside just a few feet from the waves rolling on the beach.

Next we wandered along the waves until we found a secluded spot to go for a dip. It was a wonderful feeling swimming at night, looking up at the stars and the dimly lit restaurants along the beach. We stayed in the water for ages then hurried home and fell fast to sleep.

DAY 3

Today our group split, some staying on the beach and the rest of us heading off on a snorkel adventure. We met the boat at 8am and rented it for the day (190 pesos per person). My companions were fellow volunteers, two Filipino ladies and three Belgium men. 

It took us 40 minutes to get out to this little beautiful island across the water. There was a sanctuary there where we would go snorkeling. 

When we came closer we saw a few little huts selling the usual tourist gear but there was also a place where you could select seafood and have them prepare it while you snorkel. Our Belgium friends ordered fish, squid, shells, and seaweed for later, then we headed into the water.

When I first began to snorkel I went very slow, the water was only about 5 ft deep and there was already lots of interesting things to see. Most remarkable was the blue starfish that seemed to frequent these waters. 

I continued along enjoying the sites of fish and coral until suddenly I saw something that shocked me, I stopped immediately. A few meters ahead I could see what appeared to be an underwater cliff, the ocean floor simply stopped and beyond that point I could only see dark blue endlessness. I excitedly swam forward eager to look over the edge and when I did my breath was taken away by the drop. I could see an entire world of life, that extended at least a hundred feet deep. There were fish of all color, shapes and sizes swimming in schools all around me and down into the different crevices below. It was so beautiful and powerful, I was relishing every second.

I slowly built up my confidence and left the edge of the sea cliff swimming out into the open water, turning my back to the unknown. I felt so alive! With time I began to hold my breath and dive closer to the coral, going deeper every time. All the while there was a boat floating above us where we could swim up to and hold on if we needed a break. At one point I was swimming when I began to hear a strange clicking noise all around me, I raised my head to see little rain drops coming down on the water’s surface, I had never seen rain from such a strange perspective...this was so cool! Later on from the deep we saw bubbles rising slowly, at first we couldn’t see what was coming when suddenly two scuba divers appeared and they waived to us under the water. When I saw them rising up from this mysterious world under the sea, I was overcome with envy. I wanted to swim down the edge of the cliff and explore, but my snorkel could only take me so far. It was in that moment I think, that I became determined to get certified for diving.

The rain subsided and we swam back to shore and took our lunch. The Begiums shared their food and I enjoyed some fish and squid. Next we piled back on the boat and headed to a sand bar in the middle of the ocean. 

The ocean surrounding it was very shallow and warm as bath water. In the distance a mangrove tree grew in what looked like the middle of nowhere. It was remarkable and beautiful; so shallow everywhere, it looked like you could walk on water. From there we watched a huge storm moving in so we ran back to the boat to take cover.

For New Year’s Eve dinner we all went to The Bohol Bee Farm a hotel and restaurant that serves delicious organic food and sells all kinds of honey products. We took the buffet and ate salad, soup, lasagna, fish, chicken, warm breads and drank lemon grass juice. For dessert we had coconut based Bohol Bee Farm ice cream. It was amazing.

Afterward we made our way back to the beach where we were able to watch fire dancing, a local tradition. Then we sat down, ready to watch the fireworks. We faced the ocean expecting the show to start any minute when suddenly a huge explosion went off. The fireworks were blasting off behind us, right on the beach only a short distance away. We jumped to our feet and stood back while the fireworks cast light over the beach and the ocean. We hugged each other and shouted Happy New Year then ran to the closest dance party and joined in on the fun.