{"id":652,"date":"2016-02-20T15:21:29","date_gmt":"2016-02-20T15:21:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/marcoscarpio.com\/wordpress\/?p=652"},"modified":"2025-08-28T20:05:27","modified_gmt":"2025-08-29T04:05:27","slug":"cagbalete-island-life-with-aling-baby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marcoscarpio.com\/wordpress\/2016\/02\/20\/cagbalete-island-life-with-aling-baby\/","title":{"rendered":"Cagbalete Island: Life with “Aling Baby”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Day 1 – Feb. 15, 2016 – (Monday): Gone to Cagbalete\u00a0<\/strong>Island<\/b><\/p>\n

I wiped away the sleep from my eyes at about 3:30 AM, only to find Rona, <\/strong>my sister-in-law, <\/strong>already busy in the kitchen.\u00a0 The night before, we had bought some “pan de sal<\/strong><\/em>” at\u00a0a store adjacent to\u00a0the place where we had intended to eat a version of the famous\u00a0“Ilocos empanada<\/strong><\/em>” at the “Fari\u00f1as Ilocos Empanada<\/a>“<\/strong> located across the\u00a0Mandaluyong<\/a>\u00a0city hall <\/strong>complex along\u00a0Maysilo Street.<\/p>\n

However, they had closed earlier than usual that day for general cleaning, so to appease my empanada craving, we bought instead “lechon manok<\/strong><\/em>” and “inihaw na liempo<\/strong><\/em>” (grilled chicken and pork belly, respectively) from a small stall called “Mang Boks.”<\/p>\n

\"English:<\/a>
English: Map of Quezon showing the location of Mauban (Photo credit: Wikipedia)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Rona’s youngest son, Matthew<\/strong> – fondly called ‘Balon<\/em>g<\/strong>‘ and\u00a0who suggested the place – and his wife, Johan<\/strong> (just two months married), with one of my wife’s first cousins, Lelen<\/strong>, would be my companions to Cagbalete Island.<\/strong><\/p>\n

We hailed a taxicab that took us to the JAC Liner<\/strong> bus terminal in Kamias, Quezon City.\u00a0 The bus fare was PHP 270 (USD 5.70), and this was the first of only two daily direct trips to Mauban, Quezon, which would supposedly take about 4 hours.\u00a0 It arrived more than an hour late after making numerous stops – loading and unloading passengers – after it exited the South Luzon expressway<\/a> in Sto. Tomas<\/a>, Batangas,<\/strong> and meandered around the cities and towns – San Pablo, Tiaong<\/a>, Candelaria, Sariaya<\/a>, Lucena<\/strong> – surrounding mystical Mount Banahaw<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

\"Aboard<\/a>
On our way to Mauban, Quezon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Candelaria<\/a>
Taken from the bus – Candelaria Municipal Hall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Tricycles awaited passengers after they alighted from the bus.\u00a0 We informed one of the tricycle drivers that we were headed to the pier – to Cagbalete Island – so we chose his ride as it was next on the queue anyway.\u00a0 The young driver suggested we pass by the public market to buy supplies we may need on the island.<\/p>\n

We needed much more time in the market after realizing how unprepared we were for the trip and being very hungry after the long bus ride that included an extended rest stop in Lucena City<\/a>‘<\/strong>s\u00a0grand central bus terminal.<\/p>\n

We offered the driver extra money if he would wait for us.\u00a0 He agreed but reminded us again that there were only two daily ferry trips to the island, and the first would leave in about an hour or so. I immediately looked for a place to eat while the rest shopped.<\/p>\n

I found a restaurant that advertised\u00a0“tapsilog<\/em>” <\/strong>(beef “tapa” <\/strong><\/em>–\u00a0 beef marinated in vinegar, spices, and garlic, then dried and fried – with a serving of fried rice (“sinangag”<\/strong><\/em>) plus a fried egg (“itlog<\/strong><\/em>“)) and placed two orders along with a serving of “bulal\u00f3<\/strong><\/em>” (beef soup). Balong and Johan arrived a few minutes later with two big jugs of water and cookies. They placed their orders while I bought a package of fish-flavored “kropek<\/strong><\/em>” (flour cracklings) from an elderly lady selling an assortment of snacks.<\/p>\n

I looked up the menu board again and noticed that the place also served a version of the province’s famous “pancit habhab<\/em>.”\u00a0 <\/strong>Also known as “pancit lukban<\/em>”\u00a0<\/strong>in honor of the town where it originated, the very distinct taste of the noodles is what it’s all about.\u00a0\u00a0As soon as we cleaned up our plates, I placed three (3) more orders of the noodle dish for our dinner in case we could not easily find a place to eat on the island.\u00a0 \u00a0Meanwhile, Lelen looked for beer and some bread to go with the delectable ‘pancit<\/em>.’<\/p>\n

We loaded our goodies into the waiting tricycle. The driver took us first to a nondescript office of the local port authority, where we registered our names and paid the island’s environmental protection fee of PHP 50 (USD 1.05).\u00a0 Several PHP 10 paper tickets served as the receipt with the name of the place we intended to stay on the island scribbled on them.<\/p>\n

\"Mauban<\/a>
Paid environmental protection fee here<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Back<\/a>
Back streets of Mauban, Quezon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The\u00a0oversized\u00a0“banca<\/em>“<\/strong> (canoe) with a double bamboo outrigger was still busy loading some of its cargoes and passengers when we arrived at the port of Mauban at about 10:50 AM.<\/p>\n

We registered our names again on a ledger passed around and paid another PHP 50 (USD 1.05) per ferry fee.\u00a0\u00a0The boat did not leave until about 11:30.\u00a0 I snapped away on my small Canon camera as the “M\/B Neneng<\/strong><\/em>”\u00a0slowly pulled away from the port of Mauban.<\/p>\n

We got seated in pairs with a woman in her mid-fifties and a small girl sandwiched between us in the midsection of the boat.\u00a0 I could immediately tell that they were locals returning to the island. As with the rest of the passengers, you could also easily tell who the residents of Cagbalete Island are.\u00a0 Their sun-bronzed skin and low-key demeanor evoked a muted understanding of how life must be on the island.<\/p>\n

\"Aling<\/a>
Natasha looks at the camera<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Approaching<\/a>
Nearing the port of Sabang<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The sticky feeling one gets in Manila dissipated as the overcast weather and cool northeast winds that locals call the “amihan<\/strong><\/em>” smacked our faces as the boat progressed east toward its destination.<\/p>\n

We had to shout in each other’s faces to communicate as the boat’s diesel engine purred loudly behind us, and the skimpy vinyl covering held up by bamboo poles did not help the cause.<\/p>\n

“I hope all our gadgets and devices can hold their charge while we’re on the island,<\/em><\/strong>” I yelled to Matthew.<\/p>\n

“You will be able to charge your devices on the island<\/em><\/strong>,” the woman beside the little girl butted in her low voice.<\/p>\n

I smiled to acknowledge her response and asked if she knew where we could stay on the island, as we hadn’t made any reservations yet.<\/p>\n

Aling Baby<\/strong>\u00a0<\/em>offered her place for PHP 200 (USD 4.25) a night.\u00a0 I agreed but thought it was too low, so I asked her again if that was really the price she wanted and that we wanted to check out the house first, and she just nodded.<\/p>\n

We talked more about the details of her house and how life was on the island, but our conversation was cut short when we noticed that the boat’s engine had stopped. \u00a0It was almost noon when she reminded me to remove my socks and foot orthosis before we disembarked.<\/p>\n

The water at the tiny port of Sabang<\/strong> on Cagbalete Island was very shallow, so we transferred to a smaller ‘banca’<\/em><\/strong> (dinghy boat) that brought us to the white sand-lined banks of the island.\u00a0\u00a0People milled around the port, but Aling Baby whisked us to a small alley that led to a series of narrow but cemented passageways.\u00a0 We passed several stores, a ‘barangay’ (village) hall, a billiard parlor, a small chapel, and a tiny stall selling pan-grilled hamburgers.<\/p>\n

A satellite dish protruded in front of the wood and bamboo house with a thatched roof that sat right across an old, manual water pump locally called a ‘poso.’<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0 Adjacent to it was an elementary school whose far end would be another narrow passageway leading you to the other side of Cagbalete Island.<\/p>\n

\"Welcome<\/a>
Welcome to Cagbalete Island<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"A<\/a>
Best way to get TV signal in Cagbalete island<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Elementary<\/a>
Nice elementary school for the villagers<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"A<\/a>
A room with a view — the simple joys of Cagbalete Island<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We checked the second level of the house where we were supposed to spend two nights on the island and found the two rooms more than sufficient, so we told her that we all agreed to her offer.\u00a0 She informed us that she has another house – without a bathroom – near the island’s other and less populated side.<\/p>\n

Although all of us were so tired, having started the day very early, adrenaline kicked into gear, and we all got so excited to explore the island and tagged along with her.<\/p>\n

\"Our<\/a>
Cagbalete Island: We slept soundly here<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Lelen<\/a>
Lelen leads the way to the other side of the island<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The ‘other’ <\/em>house was a nicer-looking and more spacious bamboo hut.\u00a0 However, we passed on it after learning that we had to get our water from an old well. \u00a0And, no TV.<\/p>\n

\"Fresh<\/a>
Deepwater well near Aling Baby’s cottage<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Aling<\/a>
The muddy portion on the way<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We met a couple of tourists going the other way along the ‘cogon’ <\/strong>(wild grass) <\/em>lined path and followed their tracks as we sidestepped a few puddles and muddied sections.\u00a0 Except for a badly maintained vegetable field operated by the municipal government in a cordoned-off area, there were hardly any other signs of agricultural activity in this part of the island.<\/p>\n

The passageway ended at the back of one of the island’s many resorts, Villa\u00a0Noe, <\/strong>where I eyed another visitor about to take her late lunch in the open restaurant. We marveled at the spectacular beauty and tranquility of the entire place and agreed that ‘this<\/em>,’ indeed, is<\/em> the Cagbalete Island we saw in all those beautiful pictures on the web.<\/p>\n

We took many pictures, waded in the warm water, and leisurely walked along the white sand coastline headed north as Aling Baby narrated facts and tales about Cagbalete island.<\/p>\n

It could have taken us about an hour to walk back to the main port, so we agreed to take another boat ride when we chanced upon one immediately after we passed by a private resort.\u00a0 Although fatigue had finally set upon all of us, we still immensely enjoyed the brief ride as not only did it begin to rain very hard, but also the waves kept splashing water on us aboard the small banca.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Aling<\/a>
Aling Baby takes a break<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"The<\/a>
A ‘banca’ on the quiet waters of Cagbalete<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We never realized how soaked we were until after we\u00a0gave the boatman a token of\u00a0PHP 100 (USD 2) – he did not ask us for money- and\u00a0retraced our steps back to Aling Baby’s first house on our dripping wet clothes.<\/p>\n

Back at the house, we took turns fetching water from the ‘poso<\/em>‘ to shower. \u00a0We saw a series of clotheslines immediately before the front door, so we hung all our wet belongings and tried our best to make ourselves feel at home in the cramped confines of the lower portion of the house.<\/p>\n

The rain had turned into a drizzle by 2 in the afternoon when Balong and Johan decided to nap upstairs. \u00a0They would not come down until about 5:00 to eat some bread and the last of the ‘p<\/strong>ancit habhab<\/strong>‘<\/em> neatly stored inside a plastic container. \u00a0The restaurant in Mauban had placed them in three containers, one of which I had given to Aling Baby<\/em> before she left for her other house to give us some private time. \u00a0I had also given her PHP 200 (USD 4.25) so that she could “load up” on the satellite dish subscription – PHP 120 (USD 2.50) per month – for us to use the TV upstairs.<\/p>\n

She left her two granddaughters in our care when the smaller one did not like to come to the other house with her. \u00a0The mother of the small girl,\u00a0Natasha<\/em><\/strong>, had just left a month ago for Kuwait to work as a domestic help, while the parents of the bigger girl both worked in Manila.<\/p>\n

Both girls were easy to babysit as they played together until the bigger one got tired and decided to nap upstairs.\u00a0 So we kept little Natasha preoccupied with her toys by giving her ‘kropek<\/strong><\/em>‘\u00a0 pieces – which she had particularly loved – whenever she got bored.<\/p>\n

So Lelen and I spent that rainy Monday afternoon in Cagbalete island drinking one of the two 1-liter San Miguel beer<\/strong> bottles that blended perfectly with the ‘pancit Lukban,’<\/em>\u00a0the bread, and three pieces of ‘longaniza<\/strong><\/em>‘ (local sausages).<\/p>\n

Being a fanatic of any famous regional ‘longaniza<\/em>‘ in the country, I had espied the sausages in one of the ‘carinderias<\/em><\/strong>‘ (small stalls that sell ready-to-eat, home-cooked foods) on our way back to Aling Baby’s<\/em> house.\u00a0 I had requested Lelen to get a few pieces while he also looked for some ice for our already warm beers.\u00a0 All the while, I kept an eye on little Natasha while she played.<\/p>\n

Throughout the time Balong and Johan had slept, there was no electricity. \u00a0Aling Baby<\/em> had explained to us earlier that her house was hooked up to one of the generators operated by the municipality and that power would come up only from 6 to 10 in the evening.<\/p>\n

\"Natasha<\/a>
We babysat her while Aling Baby prepared dinner<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Our<\/a>
Huge squid that would be our lunch the next day<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Aling Baby would return a few times to the house to show us the huge squid (medium-sized by her standards) that she had bought for PHP 60 (USD 1.27) \u00a0and asked how we liked them cooked.\u00a0 She then checked to make sure the TV now worked.\u00a0 She also ensured we were hooked up with the boatman, Sergio<\/strong>, who would take us on a tour of Cagbalete island tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Day 2 – Feb. 16, 2016 – (Tuesday): Going Around Cagbalete\u00a0<\/strong>Island<\/b><\/p>\n

The effects of the sleeping tablet wore off, and I was up at 4:30, only to find myself alone inside the mosquito net that Lelen and I shared. I strapped on my foot brace and gingerly scaled down the three steps of wood that made up the stairs and saw him already prepared for another day.<\/p>\n

Power was still off inside the house, and it was partially dark outside, but the lights were still on in the alley next to the house, illuminating the house while I prepared a cup of instant coffee.\u00a0 Last night, before we slept, Aling Baby’s youngest daughter had brought a Thermos jug with hot water and cups for the purpose.<\/p>\n

After the caffeine took its effect on me, the two of us decided to see the beachfront at first light and did not bother to wake up the newlyweds. \u00a0Again, along the way, some of the stores were already selling bread and cooked food, and we found the ‘chicken adobo<\/strong><\/em>‘ inside a glass showcase simply too tempting. \u00a0It was PHP 30 (USD 1.76) per order and would go well with a few cups of hot rice at PHP 10 (USD 0.21) per. We noted the place and reminded each other to pick up a few orders on our way back from the beachfront.<\/p>\n

We took many pictures of life on Cagbalete Island at early dawn: the fishermen tending their boats and fishing nets, an old lady propped on a concrete wall scanning the horizon, a few workers of the resort owned by the mayor of Mauban sprucing up their beachfront, a middle-aged person getting his therapy piling up white sand upon his legs and a few locals just walking along, preparing for the new day.<\/p>\n

\"A<\/a>
Early morning in Cagbalete<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"A<\/a>
Not a bad place to have morning coffee<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Dawn<\/a>
Floating luncheon area<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"The<\/a>
Port of Sabang, as viewed from the northern side of the island<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I wished I could have the best of both worlds as I admired and absorbed all the beautiful natural surroundings before me, and I almost cried.\u00a0 I had seen more beautiful ocean views in the Americas but had never relished wading in their cold waters. \u00a0Here, it was just too perfect.<\/p>\n

We headed back to the house at 6:45 and found Matthew already having coffee and the light inside the house back on.\u00a0 Lenlen returned to the ‘carinderia’ for the rice and ‘adobo,’ which we all had for breakfast, along with the ‘adobong pusit<\/strong><\/em>‘ (stewed squid) that Aling Baby had prepared.<\/p>\n

After breakfast, I informed Aling Baby that we would not spend the second night in the house because we wanted to experience the other side of the island but would still pay her our agreed-upon two-night fee. We also told her we might stay at Villa Cleofas<\/strong> as planned. \u00a0She offered to cook our meals for us, so she gave her cell phone number on a piece of paper that I hastily shoved in the back pocket of my swimming shorts.<\/p>\n

While we waited for Sergio, a vendor dropped by to sell big clams inside two plastic bags for PHP 20 (USD 0.43), so we bought them and handed them over to Aling Baby.<\/p>\n

Sergio, – whom locals called “Momo<\/strong>” – arrived before 8:00.\u00a0\u00a0We walked a much shorter route to the port where his ‘banca<\/em>‘ – “Choktaw” <\/strong>– was moored. \u00a0He and his apprentice guide toured us through the various points of interest on the island, namely:<\/p>\n