When luck and fate doesn’t coincide, and the monsoon worsens the idea. Kyle and I were stuck in a situation that we never saw coming. What could have been worse than going to a place famous for its islands and beaches if the rain is at its 90% peak? Island hopping and tours were unanimously cancelled by coast guards, and even resto-bars opted to close early due to the typhoon’s ultimatum. We decided to go unconventional (like we even had a choice) and visited spots in downtown El Nido instead. We took refuge in booze, coffee, continental breakfast and Filipino tapas. All the while taking time to get to know each other a little bit more.
Kyle and I have been dating for almost 4 years. Been together through ups and downs. Success and failures. He was there since I was still invisible, being my greatest cheerleader in everything that I do. Soulmate is in fact an underrated term. More so a destiny. But that’s how I feel like for this man. So 2 weeks ago I asked him if he’s free after my flight back from New Zealand. We then checked for available flights going to El Nido, Palawan. He booked tours and hostels. Making a rough draft of our itinerary being an OCD that he is. And showed me a detailed list in excel.
The plan was perfect. 3 days stay in El Nido, 1 whole day of Tour A. I was more than ready to endure an hour flight from Manila to Puerto Princessa + 5 hours drive to El Nido. Being a jet-setter that I am, it’s no biggie considering I’ll be traveling with my constant person. But I guess fate, timing and weather interferes to our year-ender trip. The supposedly sunny Island hopping tour turned out to be a gloomy one. All the more exemplifies with heavy rain and strong wind. Minor flooding and wifi shortage.
It is in the storm do I find comfort under his arms. It is with him do I find refuge. I never knew a 3 day trip would get us to know each other as much as the past 3 years we’ve been together. Our patience were tested, and so is our beliefs. It is in the extreme do I find him the most calm – which is perfect for the rattle person that I am. We played board games, instead of Kayaking. We held hands in flood, instead of the beach. We took shelter from the rain, instead of basking in the sun. And we wore umbrellas, instead of swim gears. I have never been happier to travel in storm, than to tour a city by myself in the sun.
The El Nido in my dreams may have been far different from what I experienced. It may have been unconventional and ugly. But I still I wouldn’t have it any other way.