The Secret is Out - Survivor Philippines Happened in Caramoan
Posted on Monday, June 11, 2012 | No Comments
Three, maybe five (I honestly don't remember how many we were that time) of us were huddled inside a small nipa hut, waiting for an event that we barely know anything about to happen. We were told to keep our voices down and were specifically advised to turn off our cellphone, or at least activate its silent mode so as not to create any noise. And no camera. It didn't make sense to us but they said it's very important that the place must look like it's completely uninhabited. All lights from the bar and the nipa huts surrounding it were extinguished -against our will - including the solar lights scattered around the lawn, even those hidden under the bushes.
Except for the steady light coming from a thousand Christmas lights coiled on a man-made walkway bridge few meters from the place-that-must-not-be-named, the area was virtually dark. With dark clouds looming overhead, the chance of moon appearance that night was close to nil. It was the type of scenario that the production crew of a famous American reality TV show could ever hope for. For us, however, it was a curse. We wanted to witness what was about to happen, but it would prove quite impossible without any light in the area.
"A celebrity is passing by here any second from now," the owner of the bar told us in a careful whisper. That explained why they had to shut all the lights. "Which celebrity?" we asked, the excitement in our voice was palpable. "We don't know. They won't tell us," she whispered back. "I wish I had a night vision or something," I told my companions who were equally beside themselves. The suspense was killing us. We were dead tired, we were blinking off sleep, and yet, our stamina wasn't breaking down.
|Take your torch , dip it in the flame. As you all know, fire represents life in this game. Once your fire is out, so are you.|
We drove past green fields, trudged a path that spiraled down on a dangerous slope and trod on large puddles amid a narrow road, which they called quite aptly 'abortion road.' The tricycle bounced repeatedly but made it to the camp in one piece and miraculously unscathed. "That's the camp," the owner of the resort told us, pointing to a fenced area at the end of the road. It looked like there was some party going on. "It's off-limits even to the people who live here." But not for us because we were the 'owner's cousins' - at least that's how we were introduced to the calculating guard who manned the gate. Cameras tucked deeply inside our bag, we smiled at the gatekeeper silently praying for his approval.
The biggest treat happened when the host, Jeff Probst, himself passed by in front of us, just about a meter away from where we stood. I was totally awestruck to have seen him in person. I've great admiration for this guy because he's such a kick-ass game master. You can imagine how dumbfounded I was standing there, waving at him like an excited kindergarten. He looked at us with a slightly baffled expression probably thinking who the hell we were and how we're able to get inside the camp. But he smiled, good old Jeff Probst was smiling. In my mind, I heard him saying 'The tribe has spoken, it's time for you to go."
Turned out, I won't have to wait that long because Survivor Philippines is airing a few months from now.