Lake Sebu is one of those places that has this tendency to tug incessantly at your heart. It beckons you to return again and again. You happily give in and rediscover the place anew. Just when you think you've seen everything there, it gives you another set of beautiful memories.
The place is near my hometown so I scheduled a day of visit the last time I went home. I could never count how many times I've visited Lake Sebu. It has changed a lot ever since the concrete winding road was finished, finally making this picturesque town of 3 lakes and 7 falls more accessible to the lowland. Now it takes less than 1 hour drive from hometown, far less than the 4 days it takes before the road was built.
My first stop in Lake Sebu, if I am with photographer friends, is a quiet little resort in Lake Seloton. If the names confuse you, its because the town is named after the largest of the three lakes (Lake Sebu, Lake Seloton, and Lake Lahit. So Lake Sebu is the name of both the town and one of the lakes there). Lake Seloton is sometimes referred to as the "Sunrise Lake" because its easily accessible shoreline directly faces the east.
It was cold that morning (reminded me of Baguio) and while most everyone else if still asleep, we are already in "our proper places", cameras mounted on tripods, and waiting for the sun.
We did not get any blazing sunrise colors that morning but in hindsight I still think we got lucky. I was able to see another mood of the place, and it was beautiful even in monochromatic ambiance.
flowers and reflections
By the time our breakfast was ready, the sun was fully up. The lotus flowers are fully open, as if to welcome the new day (by late afternoon they will close up again).
enroute to fish pens
The lake was busy with fisherfolks in dugout canoes heading to their tilapia pens. But even with all the activities, the tranquility still hangs all over the place.
For a moment, you can actually hear the world speak to you and greets you with a warm "hello and good morning", unlike in the gray and steel jungle of the metropolis where each day is greeted with numbers, tasks and lists, and techno-whatnots.
The day has not even really started yet, as I was actually there to visit one of the youngest "dreamweavers", but I feel that the place have already given me so much.
Up next: One of the youngest masters of T'nalak weaving and a cool spot called Traangkini