Summer Bay, Humpy & Morris Cove

Have you ever been so awed by something that you feel your heart filling up with joy? That’s how I felt when I saw the vast and green hills of Summer Bay. I felt like running through the green grassy hills and singing “the hills are alive with the sound of music”. Corny, you might say but for some of us who used to live in a place so over-populated that it is common to see shanties with their hinay-hay (he he) blowing in the breeze, not at all. I remember my sister recounting to me her co-workers comment when she showed them a Google map shot of Cebu – “Oh, the place looks so uhm…. dense?”.  Comments coming from her tactful/politically correct Irish co-workers so used to having neighbors a mile away. But there are advantages to living in a “dense” place. Such as, you know the latest gossip from the artista to the politico, who has gone psycho and avoid, as well as well-meaning neighbors helping and consoling during difficult times, in short more human contact. Over here, I don’t even know who my next door neighbor is! But enough of that we can pontificate ad nauseam about the pros and cons of living in a da pilipins. I want you to see the photos I’ve taken. It might not do justice but I hope you see my point (and click) view. Don’t mind the ever present dust on the right side of the photos – sigh, fixing it will have to wait 'til our next vacation and have our Nikon cleaned.

Some of the photos are of old WWII relics that abound in this island. It boggles me more how this place look so peaceful when once it was a battleground between the US and Japanese armies. You can see more photos here.

Morris Cove ahead; old WWII building on the foreground

Morris Cove

Humpy cove, and no nothing to do with humping. The name  comes
from the  "humpy" pink salmons that swarm this cove in the summer.
The humpy salmon has a somewhat hump back, therefore the name.

Pile of driftwood on Morris Cove