Baktin Diaries: The Road Back Home is So Much Wider

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Continued from Baktin Diaries: Rise of the Jinxed Club

The stars were still twinkling like diamonds in the sky when our ferry hit the dock of Surigao. The breeze was cold and the smell of Mindanao sent a wonderful shiver through my dilapidated body. Few hours more and I would be cuddling my five pillows once again. Pity me!

Baktin Diaries: Rise of the Jinxed Club

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Continued from: Baktin Diaries: The Tragic Death of the City Piglets

The “quick” ferry ride provided us a “quick” relief from the rowdy bus crowd. However, no sooner did we find ourselves squeezed again onto our bus seats, enduring hours of long travel, our muscles numb and joints cramped from being immobile for so long. We were still in Visayas, specifically in Samar where the roads are as tight as chicken’s ass.