To the beach!

Gumasa, an area in the coastal town of Glan, Sarangani, is two hours away from Koronadal. This was the first place that came to mind when I asked my family if we could go to the beach. Sean had to go to his clinic and didn't go with us.

Much of the town's land area is considered protected area by DENR.

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We reached Gumasa just before sunset. The drive was scenic.

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At Isla Jardin Resort.
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View of Sarangani Bay.

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The waters were clear.

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We woke up early to have our morning stroll and swim. We were warned that the waves could get brutal and strong, but we were greeted with calm waters. Praise God!

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Auntie Net, our family's version of the Khaleesi.

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It was Auntie Bebet's first time in the area. This was my second. I still remember the first time we went here: dirt roads, no electricity, but, ah, white sand! The star fish we caught! The sea urchins that stung us! Great memories of childhood.

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Tatay and Nanay.

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Our hearts were full.

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  1. Cintro ApartmentsTue Feb 13, 07:10:00 PM GMT+8

    Family vacations is simply awesome. Visiting beaches can make you feel awesome and calm. You can visit Best Family Beach Holidays Croatia where you will find amazing beach resorts with luxury accommodation facilities to spend time with your family.

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