Talk about being in the wrong place at a seemingly right time.The old streets of Kabankalan teemed with young people, mostly schoolboys and schoolgirls who giggled at being painted with oily soot. A minority consists of men and women my age, with kids in tow.
With our jiving changing minds and spur of the moment decisions, KZ and I agreed to meet at noon and see what Sinulog in Kabankalan is all about.
Maybe I've just grown to be a cynic in the passing of years that nothing pleases me anymore. Well, besides the heat and the throng of people pushing each other to get around, the concession stands (which are not that many), tourists, incessant picture taking, there's nothing really new to be so excited about.
I was on my best self though and actually enjoyed my ferris wheel ride (with the just-out-of-nursing school tweenysomethin).
Before leaving (with the thought ofnot going back for the same) I Crossed an unwritten item in my bucket list: getting a henna tattoo (I got a cute butterfly design which the 'artist' did not do justice on my right wrist I was close to grabbing the pen from his hand and do the thing myself).
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