Like a giant hand reaching out to sea, the port of Balanacan welcomed our boat cramped with weary passengers. The verdant land summoned us to a limestone cove, under tangerine skies and the prayerful arms of the magnificent statue of the Blessed Virgin of Biglang-Awa. After twelve hours of waiting...
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Edgar Alan Zeta-Yap is a freelance travel writer and photographer from the Philippines who enjoys capturing people, places and perspectives whether it's on or off the beaten path. Read more here.