What is it about the beach that reaches in and feather touches the wilder parts of our soul? Is it the sounds, the smells, the colours or a combination of these? There's a soothing necromancy to the sounds of the sea that can't be found anywhere else. I say necromancy because the night sounds can seem as sinister as a burglar to the unwary. Have you ever sat on a shingle beach with the sun setting and the salty lips of the waves kissing the sand roughly? Is it possible to recreate this sound? Open your ears and give it a try. Can you hear it?
My recent week is full of escapades! I spend the last 7 days like a pro traveler. From a recent Bali trip with my colleagues for 3 days, a day trip from Baguio to Manila, and to Caramoan for another 3 days. It was a blast!
The sea teems and hisses, scrapes the stones, lashes the beach and releases. It sizzes, chafes the pebbles, dashes the sand and retreats. It fizzes and seethes, spits out grit and slaps the beach with its salty lips. Finally it swishes, washes and polishes the shingle, then swirls and whirls as the tide switches. Its work done, it recedes, leaving a seaweed-slick shingle beach behind.
Read on about my amazing trip to Caramoan with TravelBook (and about how Caramoan almost slipped away from my hands).