“Every storm that comes, also comes to an end.” – Author Unknown
Been wanting to visit Fortune Island after seeing the beautiful pictures a friend has posted. So when the invitation came from a runner friend Reggie via a simple post online, it was perfect. I knew I had to see the place myself.
I love to travel. As what a former mentor said to me a long time ago, “travel will teach you something beyond what you have learned in class.” What better way to explore this beautiful country of ours than by taking a trip either solo or with friends. But there are times when you are traveling solo, it’s not always a breeze to strike up a conversation with a stranger.
Good thing the invite came from a runner friend of team Soleus. Since I’ve met most (if not all) Soleus team members, I can honestly say I’ve never felt so lucky to be in the best company around.
Meet up time was early to catch the early morning ferry from a resort in Nasugbu to Fortune Island. The trip was (to most of us) a bit of a last hurrah to summer.
We took the single-day trip with a boat ride of about an hour. The waves got rougher though as we near the beach landing. From afar, the Parthenon-like structure could be seen resting on top of a hill. The boat would return to pick us up around four in the afternoon.
By the time we got there, the sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky. We found a good spot to pitch the tent that Mirjam brought with her and got settled for an early lunch. Cloudless skies could mean extremely hot weather but that didn’t stop us from taking pictures of ourselves, the nice scenery, and enjoying the beach in the next three hours or so.
After almost half a day of frolicking under the sun, the weather suddenly changed–from sunny to a bit cloudy. Then it rained so heavily in the next 10 to 15 minutes that we could only hang on to each other big time! The big umbrella and the dilapidated nipa shed were our only protection from the rains and the cold swirling winds. We’ve never prayed so hard until that fateful afternoon. When the rains somehow slowed down, one by one, off we ran quickly to the nearest structure–a vacant restroom–our only refuge. Then there was a sudden change in the wind direction. What started off as heavy rains escalated into a full-blown hail storm. After a few minutes, the weather shifted again as if nothing happened.
The hail storm highlighted our first visit to the island. Second-timer Inja said, “There wouldn’t be a next time for me after this.” To most of us, we were wondering and thinking, “Did it really happen?” In the end, we were extremely grateful that neither from our group nor the visitors of the island were hurt during the storm. We survived!
“Every storm that comes, also comes to an end.” If we are to compare the hardships of life (whether big or small) to a storm, all it takes is to have faith, to be strong and courageous. Defying it is one for the books!
Thank you Reggie, Janno, Inja, Running Jack, Bilson, Flordeliza, Mirjam, and Val for having me in this trip. Till next time!