Going to Pandan Island, The Way To Paradise

Once all aboard, our banca operator and his companion started the engine then off to paradise we were. The way out of this shallow river-mouth was already interesting. We passed by some little shacks erected on both sides of the waterway where women were washing their dishes, menfolk tending to their fishnets and/or the hulls/engines of their bancas, while children were having fun in the shallows. We were told the bigger bancas with “living quarters” were the ones used for traveling to dive safaris at apo reef and/or long-term fishing expeditions while those little bancas like what we were riding on was for crossing to nearby islands or fishing in nearby waters.
Our little banca was not actually that minute! It was rather big for all ten of us on board. I was sure it could even have taken twice our number and/or weight. Ten of us? Yes. Barry, Sheila, Mameng, Me, Manang Bidang, Melda (cousin of Mameng and Sheila), Gerone (boyfriend of Melda), Arvee (nephew of Sheila, Mameng and Melda) plus the two crews of the boat!
Dark green to dark blue waters, we thought this must have been really, really deep. But at some portions of the trip, we could clearly see the sea-floor, the corals and marine life. Farther to our left was also an island about as big and interesting as Pandan, but the boatmen told us it was privately-owned by a certain wealthy dude and was not open to tourists or visitors.
As our little boat chugged along the serene waters, we saw fishermen in their even smaller bancas without engines but with white or multi-colored sails. The wake of our boat did rock them but we saw that they were safe.
Oh my badness! It was just too inviting! But let's do that in the next installment of my stories!
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