It's not a tourist destination but Sta. Ana wharf brings back childhood memories for me. In those days when boat travel was the cheapest way to travel in the archipelago, this was where our journeys to the Visayas began. Just being here, getting a sniff of that saline air, seeing passengers struggling with "maletas" and best of all, eyeing that massive hull of the ship signified only one thing in my young mind - we are traveling again! Being in the high seas (for 2-3 days) was already adventure for me back then.
|Arriving islanders and the odd foreigners|
|Sulpicio Lines ferry boats used to dock here|
|A banca docked at the wharf becomes a diving platform for kids|
Now things have changed. People fly more often (read: can afford). The big ferry boats don't dock at Sta. Ana wharf any longer. Instead, there are big bancas bound for the nearby islands and the odd cargo ships unloading cement. It's a hot day out here in the wharf but the constant stream of people, mostly islanders - buying goods & supplies, bringing their sick to hospitals, or selling livestock to the markets - remind me that Sta. Ana wharf, now almost a skeleton of her old self, is still where many journeys begin and end.