egard the teary heavens of that Saturday, off to the people's hearsay of the blissful panoramic vista of Metro roxas, the Olotayan Island. It is but hidden from the eyescores of the soul that will bless and astonish city-bred individuals. Olotayan Island will haunt your stance, approaching you to step off the cerulean water just for a quench of seeing the white sand of the atoll. Greater than the huge ships of the Pacific, a simple but pacifying pump boat will do the ushering to the esprit of that astounding island. Combating the current of Banica River, there we had it so well, that we're inviting you to feel and pore over to our Island Escapade. Bon voyage.

can sense the hospitality of the Olotaynons by showing me their smiles as they were doing their casual Saturday chores.

The people were doing stuff on their balsas and bangkas, while some were playing tong-its (a card game). Walking along the small cemented-footway, there were kids I met along the way, holding a pack of biscuits and joshed me as they could. Also, there were teens bagginf their packed laundry on their heads while Manang Celsa does the gardening of her blissful yard.

Obviously, a small crowd doing their fishnets made me impressed seeing their fast and talented hands on weaving the nets not minding the heat of the sun. In a nipa house, we saw a girl sleeping on a folding bed (maybe she just took her abundant luch) while napping deeply in the sweet gulp of nature's unse\ullied wind coming from the lungs of the island is coconut tree, talisay tree and various floras abiding around the house. A man harvesting his ripe bananas on the lower part of the plan-filled mountain grabbed my attention, thinking that Olotaynons are productive even with their own little and significant way of living.

Source: The Hillside Echoz