The Last Supper (4/14)

Our last supper at Mr Pinding's beach dining house near Morong Beach, Sabtang Island. Photo by Moira

"This looks like the last supper!", Kat said as we took our seats around the table. YK had laid one more set for a 12th person, but we have only have 11 on the team.

It was 17 Dec, a day before our crossing back to Batan Island. This was already our 3rd night and we had been waiting for the past 2 days for the wind to die down. Today it was still blowing 45km/hr. We aborted the crossing. But we had also ran out of ration. Almost all of our 160kg of rations were still in Manila, thanks for SEAIR. We had enough for 3 days, not 4.

SEAIR screwed up our schedule completely. 

Normally we would not have gone out in a rush like we did when the kayaks arrived on 15 Dec. But high winds was predicted for 2 days from 16 Dec. If we did not leave on immediately we would have continued to wait at base. That leaves us with just 2 days before we leave Batanes. 

We would rather wait it out on Sabtang Island.

Many kind locals had came to our help during this period of foul weather. Mr Figuera allow us the use of his sister's beach house when waves threatened to enter our cave camp. Mr Pinding allowed us the use of his complete kitchen and dining house, since we had also ran out of gas and food. It was not the same when he had served us dinner 2 days ago (lobsters, fish, beef, etc). Still, the dinner was sumptuous because Kat made a good Grouper soup, YK set a nice table, Amos did a killer omelette, etc. Outside it was so cold and so windy, we were glad to be inside the nice and warm dining hall. 

"What's the story of the Last Supper?", we asked.

"Jesus's last meal with his Twelve Apostles?", Kat did not sound too religious. 

"So the 12th person is going to walk in later?", someone joked.

"Yes, with a light on his head…haha", Kat concluded.

The chilling wind escaped and blew in from the open windows. Is this premonition?