Lucid dream: This photo was taken five in the morning while we were having our leisure walk at San Juan beach in front of Tori’s Back Packers Inn. The calm sea, the colors of the seaweeds that cover the shoreline, the glassy water, the pinkish clouds, Tomas' dog that came playing with us like we’ve known each other since then, it all seems like a lucid dream.
Siquijor - the healing paradise. The island known for its residents witches and shamans, of talismans and potions, and of nights lit by fireflies. To my surprise it was never like any of those when I experienced it. Everything was just calm, happy and vibrant. The warmth smile of the locals are very inviting, the white sand beach and its turquoise water, the nice road and the peaceful environment – it all almost made me felt as if I was bewitched. There were no creepy looking people, I have not noticed anyone tapping someone else’s shoulder and passing their course like what usually happens in the port on my Siquijornon Aunt’s stories, not a thing sinister in the dark night, no ghostly happening but only a strange instance of a hot sauce that exploded all by itself, the sauce shattered all over the place and much into my face making me look like a vampire while the bottle flies for about two meters away from the bar. All that happened while we are having a good chat with some foreign backpackers, we are sharing thoughts of why we are visiting the island and sharing our own piece of disbeliefs to some of its exaggerated supernatural lures.