We used to visit Bayabas for beach picnics or to stay in our sister’s place in Orcullo Compound. But this is our home now, ever since our sister suffered a major stroke that kept her comatose and bedridden after the craniectomy.
Though we rented an apartment in Orcullo Compound, I chose to stay in a tiny, nipa hut just a few feet away from the mangrove orchard with a good view of the sea. I call it my hermitage since I am alone and this is where I meditate and pray every day.
I am trying to follow the ways of a modern hermit without being necessarily religious or ritualistic. I don’t engage much with people except to play with Chanda’s kids and to engage in a neighborly chat with my neighbor Jeff who owns the store where I get my daily does of Red Horse (a cheaper and stronger red wine substitute). I avoid going to the city as much as possible. I don’t interact with people unless necessary, and I spend most o f my free time in prayer and contemplation.
I work as content specialist for an global seo company; I cook dinner for the family; and I am one of Melit’s primary caregivers.
Perhaps, I am attempting to live the life of the poet Rilke, which for me was simply wonderful.
Bayabas is a great place to live, and I want to share it with you through these photos.