Some trips are unexpectedly memorable. Trips that defy all measures of a comfy ride but once shared with friends and a bunch of random funny strangers, they become instant attraction in one’s memory lane. Such ride for me was my recent trip to Legazpi City when I attended a national convention with my colleagues in the faculty. The four of us decided to take a land trip from Davao City to the venue and vice versa, and each trip was roughly a 36-hour bus ride. Going to Legazpi was already a struggle but the ride back home was even more challenging than we thought, and after exhausting our mental, physical and emotional facilities at that monumental gathering of the geniuses and blah blah blah in the field of agricultural engineering, we once have to summon all our outer and inner strengths for this one long but goodness-gracious fuckingly unbelievable journey.
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!
