WE WERE FOREWARNED.
Our
guide told us that our voices
should be low, lest we disturb the spirits. It was difficult to
believe or accept before we hiked for a few hours into the deep
forests of Pandan, Antique. We followed the
Bugang River to its
source, to the headwater. But when we got
there, we all understood why
it was sacred to the shamans and
the locals. Our group was
even blessed with holy coconut oil
and a small charm pinned on
our chests to protect us from
hexes. An old toothless white
haired woman performed the
ceremony. She looked like,
dare 1 say, a witch. She was a good
witch though, we were told.
Then each of us clambered on a
motorcycle to get to our jump
off point.
Pandan is a town in the
northwest of Panay in the province
of Antic|iie just a few
kilometers off its coast is the world famous
Boracay Island. It is
a fast developing
eco-tourist spot, one that is
steeped in
folklore
and
mysticism.
Accommodations may be hard to
come
by, thus visitors are
encouraged to find
lodgings in Boracay. Truly,
we got the
best of both worlds by
visiting a truly
pristine ecosystem and the
award
winning service and facilities of one
of
the best resorts in
Boracay.
It was a long hike to
the
headwater. But when we trot
there.