I’ve developed a relationship with rocks during my short stay in Guisi beach in Guimaras Island. No, I haven’t gone psycho but I was feeling all adventurous when I climbed and felt good when I reached the top.
It was our last day of our five-day trip in Iloilo but we had to check out the beach in Guisi because of recommendations from fellow travel bloggers. We just visited the Guisi Lighthouse and Ruins (more of this on future posts) when we stopped by Kenyama Beach resort.
Kenyama Beach Resort
Guisi, Nueva Valencia
Guisi Beach, Guimaras
I have a penchant for doing extreme stuff during my travels so when the opportunity arose to climb some rocks, I immediately grabbed the chance and began climbing.
man on top
Trekking to the Kenyama beach resort, we were presented with a great view of the water below. Sweating profusely from previous activities, not to mention the sun being high up, I couldn’t wait to take a dip in the water.
We walked a few more steps down and I was more than ready to swim. Laying our things, I stared at the view, took my shirt off and jumped.
sunny, just the way this beach bum likes it
Was so glad that the weather cooperated. It gave us more time to chill and enjoy the moment. Being a beach bum, I crave for times like these when I’m one with the water.
that’ not a human stool
My friend started walking towards the rocks and I followed suit. The rocks were not really as big as the ones in the Caramoan peninsula, but they held their own charm.
The coconut-nut with the giant rocks (altogether now)
Not contented with just enjoying the sun and the water, I started climbing one of the rocks without my slippers on. It was probably dangerous but it wasn’t as hard; or so I thought at first.
Upon reaching the top of the smaller rocks, I proceeded to climbing the bigger ones. I noticed that my steps were getting slower and the rocks had become sharper. I couldn’t move. I knew I had thick calluses but the sharpness penetrated my skin and it hurt; a lot!
I couldn’t picture my face out as I was yelling in pain. A few curses flew and I kept on shouting at my friends to throw me a pair of slippers – only problem was they couldn’t hear me. I realized that we were already far from each other and the rocks and the wind were covering my voice.
It’s the climb, sheesh, Miley.
I was cringing in pain as my legs were trembling. One false move, I would be all scratches and I’d definitely be bleeding. I took a breather first and then descended as I couldn’t take it anymore.
I rested my feet for awhile and feeling determined, I went at it again – this time with foot gear. It was easy from then onwards.
When I finally reached the top, I breathed a sigh of relief. I admired the view and relished the moment; it was a day before I had to be back at the office.
I wanted to jump into the water below but I didn’t know if it was deep enough. I postponed the thought as I feared of any accident I might cause.
Warning: don’t try this!
I made it to the top but then it was strange knowing that I was there alone. It isn’t as fun when you’re all by yourself. So I headed back to where my friends were.
view of Guisi Beach at Kenyama Beach Resort
After the climb came the jump shots. It was fun despite how short the water was from where we were standing. At least we knew it was safer.
Three travel bloggers out on their own, this side of Guimaras was conquered!
We planned on dropping by only for a couple of hours, but it turned out that this was where we spent our remaining time before our trip back to Cebu. I wanted to stay some more but we had to freshen up and leave.
who could resist the water?
It was pure torture. Those big rocks in Guisi, they hurt me so bad; yet I love them. Masochistic am I? Not really, they taught me a valuable lesson (of all places) – reaching the top isn’t as fulfilling when you’re all alone.
Kenyama Beach Resort Entrance Fee: 20 Php
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Here’s a photo of me holding my camera and trying to avoid the water. The things I do to take those elusive shots. Good thing the water was calm.
dead man walking
Check out my other articles about my Guimaras trip here: