I followed the curve of the island, carefully stepping on large stones, my camera on my right hand, and my left hand on top of my head holding a towel in place to shield me from the heat. I crawled on a small opening underneath a huge rock and stepped, at last, on beach sand. The sand was brownish-red color and was coarser than the powdery white sand of Mahabang Buhangin.
The waves here were angrier, pummeling the shore with its wrath. I could see that the water was deeper and thus more dangerous to swim or wade into. I wanted to walk further down the beach towards another curve of the island but my companion cautioned me not to. We were getting farther from Mahabang Buhangin and we might not be able to return if the tide grew high.
Here are some photos I took of what I would call Scud’s Beach. No pun intended.