The old cemetery submerged into the sea as a result of the eruption of Mt. Vulcan in 1871. The huge cross which serve as the cemetery's marker was erected only in 1982. To date, many tourists flock this spot, some of whom go diving to really see the grave site.
To get to the cross, we had to rent a boat for a minimum fee of P20.00 per person. We gave additional tip though because we were satisfied by the boatmen's service. One of these boatmen, we found out, once upon a time became a scholar of my late Tito Fred who was my mom's eldest brother. Small world indeed!:D
The travel from the shore to the cross took us merely a few minutes. We were all giddy except for my dad who seemed a bit nervous, no thanks to the small waves haha.:D
Stepping on the hardened lava on which the huge cross stood was truly an overwhelming experience for me. I could only imagine the horrific tragedy that sunk this part of the ancient Camiguin, together with the unfortunate locals and the remains of their departed loved ones.
Anyway, what's a visit without "picture-picture"?^^ Manong boatman, the scholar of my uncle, proved to be an amazing photographer. He wowed us with a lot of tricks!:D
Finally, it was time to go back and leave the buried Camigueños in peace. The boat was then paddled along the area with what I would call a "safety rope", tied from the shore to the cross.
After our Sunken Cemetery adventure, we headed straight to one of Camiguin's famous cold springs. I have read somewhere that this natural pool measures 25 meters by 40 meters, with a maximum depth of around 2 meters.
The moment I dipped my foot on the water, I immediately felt cooooooold (remember, 'twas December then!) but it was such a refreshing feeling that I did not hesitate to fully immerse myself in the spring. The water was so clear that the sandy bottom, the stones and even fish were very much visible!:D
By the way, we saw this dog at the entrance of Sto. Niño. It must be the coldness that prompted him to "wear socks". LOL!^^