I guess you can state it as a fact that not everybody could claim that they saw an actual end of a rainbow for even just once in their lifetime. I was enchanted with its resplendent grandness as I was mixed with the ironic feeling of anxiety and unease as we sailed past the pirate waters of Basilan. One would usually ask where the hell the pot of gold is but I realized that actually seeing it is as good as finding the myth true. My photograph doesn’t do justice to what I saw - it was more vibrant, more captivating and engrossing in person. Just another example on why pictures alone could never replace actually being there.
