This morning, I woke up at dawn, promptly went back to sleep, and had a horrible dream about an earthquake in my building. It was one of those dreams that felt like it was really happening. In the dream, I was cozily tucked in bed when the room started swaying and it felt like the building was about to tilt. I knew I had to get out of there fast, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. It was pretty scary. I hate having dreams where I’m all helpless and paralysed.
I eventually woke up to the sound of my phone’s message alert, my heart racing, and I freaked out when I saw that my dad had texted me about a 7.2-magnitude earthquake that hit Bohol and Cebu this morning. Probably around the same time I had that nightmare. It’s pretty freaky when you think about it. *shudders*
Anyway. The government is currently gathering data about the quake; so far, a Reuters report reveals 20 casualties. It’s a holiday today so a lot of people are at home, which is a blessing because I heard a building had collapsed in Cebu.
I was also saddened to hear that a number of Bohol’s heritage churches suffered heavy damage, including Dauis Church (above) and Loboc Church (below), both of which I visited last year. Bohol relies mainly on tourism, and apart from its famed Chocolate Hills and tarsiers, these churches that date as far back as the 17th century are among the reasons why tourists flock to the island.
It was reported that the facade of Loboc Church was completely destroyed and that some of those who were killed were praying in the centuries-old churches when the quake happened. The belfry of the Basilica Minore del Santo Niño in Cebu has collapsed as well.
My heart goes out to the Boholanos and Cebuanos. <3