I just wanted to check the beaches in Burias, Glan, Sarangani. It never happened!
Burias has been having waves in SOCCSKSARGEN. Burias, a barangay in Glan, boasts developing beaches which have been on the list of many. Most people refer to the beaches in the name of its barangay – Burias. Conveniently, Burias is a famous island in Masbate and adopting the name in a SOX tourism destination is confusing and a little reductive, I think.
After an advertent planning, I and my officemates decide to head to Kingkim Beach for an overnight getaway this Holy Week. We have been on multiple rides since the beginning of the year; this one more ride proves to be another cross off the list.
Kingkim Beach is relatively far from General Santos City. The commute from Glan proper can be difficult but definitely doable. From the Burias National Highway, a few kilometers of rough road to beach stretch between residential houses and trees.
I, together with a couple of my officemates, have been in this beach since the dusk. The high tide mercilessly laps on the shore of the beach. Only a couple of beachgoers are currently enjoying the caress of huge waves brought by the strong wind. Every cottage busies themselves cooking or preparing dinner. The locals have been very accommodating in assisting us, the beachgoers, in every single thing we need.
We have settled our payments for the cottage (P500.00) and the entrances (P50.00/head). Afterward, we too prepare our food.
I walk on the shoreline of the cove passing through two more resorts adjacent to where we stay. Comparing to the number of cottages, Kingkim Beach can far more accommodate several guests compared to its neighbors.
The beaches are still undeveloped. According to the caretaker, the local tourism department is yet to start its development – whatever that means. I wish they just create a system and not overhaul the look and feel of the beaches.
Night approaches swiftly. Before I knew it, darkness envelopes the resort and fluorescent bulbs start flickering.
The unlit rough road has been sitting under the moonlight. It can be a difficult drive during the night. When the majority of my officemates hit the road at night, a drunken residence scarily blocked the road but nothing happened.
As soon as the rest of my officemates arrive, we hastily go to dinner. Soon thereafter, shots follow.
We settle by the shore sitting on the sand talking nonsense. I lose track of time and the next thing I know, they buy more booze. We find ourselves back to the cottage and continue with our nonsense talk. Everybody seems to be enjoying. The hours stretch. The tide remains at its lowest since a few hours ago. Nobody notices but silence befalls the other cottages but the snoring. I remember that I am talking and talking – not minding whether I am being loud or not. And it is the last thing I remember that night.
I wake up with a massive headache, overwhelming regret, and plain shame. I am a mess – literally. Somebody asks me if I am okay. “Yes”, I lie.
Deep inside, I am frantic and controlling myself not to show it. It is midday and my officemates are all ready to go. It adds to my shame that I am a mess. Nobody has seen me like this before – I have never been like this before.
I feel like a massive headache is splitting my head. My officemates are looking at me but I am more than embarrassed to look back at them. I don’t know what to do and I can’t think straight.
After asking for a cup of water, I try so hard to remember what happened last night. The blankness that my brain only registers at this moment scares me a lot. I have never been in a blackout before. I am now very scared not because of maybe I have done or said something bad but because it is a new territory for me. The feeling of not being able to remember what I have done is not to be taken lightly by me.
Now panicking deep inside, I rush to the beach and splash my face with the sea water. Still not content, I soak my body hoping to make things clearer. Closing my eyes, I lay still for a while. I feel my head throbbing. My mouth tastes of vile.
I try to observe the beach to try to register something. On the other end of the cove, the one I never went to yesterday, sits a smaller hut with different sizes of limestone at its feet. While some beachgoers busily pack their things, other takes advantage of the very low tide and enjoy the knee-deep water.
After taking enough deep breaths calming myself, I surrender to the realization that I cannot be able to fully remember what happened last night. I can only trust myself that I did not do something stupid that I may regret.
I do not know how to apologize enough to my officemates because I feel like I disappointed them. Surely, I feel disappointed in myself right now. It may not be a big deal to them but it is a very big deal to me. I know I sound paranoid but I have never acted like an irresponsible drunk before. And I have never intended to!
Going to Burias, Glan is my idea. Hopefully, they have nice experiences with the place because I absolutely do not. And it is my own undoing.
I am being hard on myself because I am keeping myself from unraveling. Nevertheless, I know that this experience is part of me now and will always keep me on my toes. Knowing myself, I know I will still try very hard to remember the hours of that night that I can’t remember. For now, the night is a chunk of darkness – and I am marrying the night.
“Sometimes in life you don’t always feel like a winner, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a winner, you want to be like yourself. I want my fans to know it’s okay.”
― Lady Gaga