Lasi, Laci, Lazi
Driving down the Siquijor roads was actually like being at the beach – not so many people to see! We moved on and by some Barangay called Campalanas my guide stopped at the road side and pointed me in the direction of a big big tree that it almost looked like a wall feted with a lot of vines. I was told this was a very old tree that has been standing there for centuries now. So, by my request, WE went near it. I did not feel quite alright getting near it alone hehe! It looked a bit eerie in an uninhabited forest plus Charlie told me it was a Balete Tree and considered “enkantado” by the locals. The more that I got a bit apprehensive hehe. A lone foreigner (but he looked like he was a resident in this island) in a motorbike also came and made the sign of the cross before approaching the tree. I just thought, OMG, what is this place? When we got near however, something else caught my attention. The guide pointed to a small fresh-water pond just by the foot of the tree and there were a