The bus just left when I got out of the door. It was after thirty more minutes when another one passed by. I sat in the middle of a three-seater and was glad that the man across the aisle alit somewhere in Haguimit. The trip was short or so it seemed.
The municipal hall was dominated by bright red and yellow colors. One of the staff was organizing a throng of men and women in the manner which suggested they are going to welcome visitors.
While wandering up and down the balcony, a local approached me. It was Felipa, an alumnus of the school. She gave me an insider's info. Bong Revilla was due to arrive that afternoon. With no certainty of getting a close encounter with the mayor, I left my letter for later and went to meet my subject for the long overdue interview.
Protected by the jacket Razil loaned me, off we went to that coffee "tambayan" up the boondocks, me with Ralf and Razil on their Kuya Ryan's bike. That must be my longest and uphill motorbike ride. It was exciting. The view took my breath away more than my fear of us flying off the cliff.
We had coffee, batchoy and arroz caldo. Ryan filled in the stories his little brother and sister chose not to mention for modesty's sake. He also got himself a tour-guiding job to do when the Palawan cherry blossom and rafflesia bloom comes.
The municipal hall was dominated by bright red and yellow colors. One of the staff was organizing a throng of men and women in the manner which suggested they are going to welcome visitors.
While wandering up and down the balcony, a local approached me. It was Felipa, an alumnus of the school. She gave me an insider's info. Bong Revilla was due to arrive that afternoon. With no certainty of getting a close encounter with the mayor, I left my letter for later and went to meet my subject for the long overdue interview.
Protected by the jacket Razil loaned me, off we went to that coffee "tambayan" up the boondocks, me with Ralf and Razil on their Kuya Ryan's bike. That must be my longest and uphill motorbike ride. It was exciting. The view took my breath away more than my fear of us flying off the cliff.
We had coffee, batchoy and arroz caldo. Ryan filled in the stories his little brother and sister chose not to mention for modesty's sake. He also got himself a tour-guiding job to do when the Palawan cherry blossom and rafflesia bloom comes.
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