By By Pablo A. Tariman
posted 27-Nov-2018  ·  
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Pablo Tariman in Binurong Point. The place was a symbol of what the island used to be -- pure, pristine, idyllic.

I didn’t know how to react when Binurong Point in barangay Guinsaanan in Baras was closed to the public.

In the last three years or so when photographer Ferdie Ocol rediscovered it, it became a tourism sensation. People flocked to see it and indeed they were reminded of the idylls of Batanes.

I was born in Catanduanes but how come I didn’t know about it earlier?

When I posted photos of the place on FB, even celebrities raved over it.

Coco Martin loved it, pianist Cecile Licad posted on FB and said she would like to see the place and perform on it with the wide Pacific Ocean in the background.

For a while Binurong Point was a symbol of what the island strives to be – pure, pristine, idyllic.

In the past, islanders recalled the time when deer roamed all over the hills and pathways before the onset of public roads.

Indeed, poets Jose A. Tablizo and Benito Bagadiong had the time of their lives chronicling the kind of island they used to have.

But as the song goes, good things never last.

When pathways to Binurong Point gave way to paved roads with men in motorcyles roaring all over the place, they knew that it was the end of an idyll.

They say it won’t be long when hotels and bars would sprout all over the place and pretty soon, the place would be defiled like the sad metamorphosis of Boracay.

But as we pointed out earlier, it is private property. Its owners have all the right what to do with it.

But in the past three years or so, islanders hang on to that dream of an idyllic place and Binurong Point was a symbol and a rallying point. Islanders wanted a place as pure and pristine as Binurong.

Of course, the island itself would metamorphose into something else.

In time, a shabu laboratory was discovered, thousands (allegedly drug users) surrender to be rehabilitated, vulcanizing shops doubled as outlets for drugs and of course there is this sad tale of an islander-turned drug lord in an effort to get rich quick. His partner would soon return to the hills and say, he wanted his quiet life back.

Like what I said, Binurong Point was everyone’s idea of what the island ought to be.

But time has its way of catching up with the islanders’ quiet and happy lives. All at once, you lose the symbol.

But since the public don’t own it, its private owners have all the right to do what they want with it.

Like it or not, Binurong Point will be a symbol of what the islanders  aspired to hang on to.

Sadly, we lost the symbol in the name of progress.

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