How about that? Hunting for dinner with the setting sun on the horizon. It’s nostalgic seeing this happen. I remember living in my Grandmother’s farm where food is abundant. All we had to do was go to a nearby river to catch fishes or shrimps. The vegetables were picked from the yard. And I got to play with the other kids while waiting for dinner. There was a mountain instead of islands pulling the sun down. And where the sea is were fields of golden rice almost ready for harvest. Ahh…childhood memories. Now it’s Malapascua’s turn to give me amazing sceneries to remember.