The sun was already gone, and the golden lights on the lampposts along the boulevard were lit. The lights at the port were also on; so were the docked ships’. Their reflection danced in the seawater. At a distance, some fishing boats were in the open sea while a ferry going to another island, maybe Siquijor, passed by.
The three giant men tried to settle in the small plastic chairs that were supposed for children. Those were intently bought for this purpose for easy transport, as the vendors used their bicycle with attached sidecar where a gas stove and others were placed. It was where they would cook the food they were selling.
After ordering some soft drinks, tempura, kwek-kwek and fish balls, Rosetta couldn’t help but laugh when Igor sat and broke one.
“Oh, my God! Are you okay, Igor
