

A correct guess entitled the group to a single jump forward to a finish line. The game is repeated until one of the two groups reached finish. The boys won here but it was a close fight.
Next was the 'magdala dini', bring me, game. With boys and girls competing as a group, they had only one minute to search around and bring to me any object I'd ask for that are found on the beach - red stone, white stone, bottle caps, cigarette butts, and finally, rubber sandals or whatever footwear washed ashore. Grass grows about 15 meters from the highest tide here. In just one minute the kids were able to find 40 rubber slippers and shoes altogether hidden under the grass and debris. The girls found 16 pieces, the boys found 24. Could they have been owned by passengers of capsized vessels, you wonder.
Nestor treated them to Coke and biscuits, and for the fun of it everyone was declared winner with each happily receiving a crisp twenty peso bill (equivalent to just about fifty cents).
We ended the surprise interaction with an agreement that next year we'd invite more participants to the same venue, on Ninos Inocentes Day, for the holding of the same games, with additional ones added, to this evolving "Traditional Parlor Games with Coastal Clean-Up Twist", who knows.
Soon, the sun set on the Mindoro horizon and the windy day was over.
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