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If we feel bored in the pool, there is a nearby river, the Dohinob river, that offers much space for swimming, fishing and romping around. A strong typhoon in the past had changed the course of the river and formed a fork in it. From just about 200 meters, it is now about half a kilometer away from the house. The closest fork to the house has formed into a creek. Using the fallen coconut trunk as a diving plank, kids can do a somersault even on a four-feet-deep water because the current provides cushion on impact. But in order to enjoy the river treat to the max, you must be unmindful of what lies upstream: Carabaos, after toiling or gazing in the field, spend more time rolling in the river until another call for plowing. There are also piggeries and chicken coops which dispose waste to the river. But these are nothing compared to the kids, adults too, who prefer to eliminate their waste, damned shit, to the river. Really damn shit when you raise you head from the water and it is sitting on your head! Really damn shit that when you return home later, you are served “binignit”! Really damn shit when after shower, you found out there are still tidbits of it in your hair. But the call of the river is so strong and powerful, especially for kids, to resist.