The beach behind La Roca Hotel was our favorite hangout in the early 80's. I remember that time when Oloy fetched me at home in his owner type jeep. Outside our gate one Saturday morning during a Monthly Going Home, he shouted my name, inviting me to go to the beach, "Dali kay adto ta sa La Roca!" Without hesitation, I would grab a shirt and towel, some leftover food from the kitchen and we would be on our way. There was no prior plan. It was spur-of-the-moment, most of the time.
It was towards the end of school year 82-83 and we were in 3rd year college. Besides Oloy would be to other school mates and fellow beach lovers, JunTabs, Soc, Ping and Bobong . But honestly, it was not swim
ming that we were so fond of. It was not as important as the companionship and the stories we exchanged, and of course the San Miguel beer that we shared.
Time flies fast when you are enjoying the company of friends. How we loved to watch the sun set. Dusk would find us still sober and still talking, unwilling to call it a day.
It was towards the end of school year 82-83 and we were in 3rd year college. Besides Oloy would be to other school mates and fellow beach lovers, JunTabs, Soc, Ping and Bobong . But honestly, it was not swim
ming that we were so fond of. It was not as important as the companionship and the stories we exchanged, and of course the San Miguel beer that we shared.Time flies fast when you are enjoying the company of friends. How we loved to watch the sun set. Dusk would find us still sober and still talking, unwilling to call it a day.
