Trees lined the “highway” and children ran around freely under their shades. It was a quiet island, only the hums of the tryk’s motor filled the streets. No one stared at us erasing the feeling of alienation.
And so begins
The leg space was so awkward that during the “rough road” moments, I would always unconsciously turn off the airconditioner with my knees. To this, SZ would spend the rest of the trip holding my uncontrollable knees to keep me from creating thermostat havoc.
Walking around the province of Baler will take the joy out of you if you don’t know where to regain all your strength. So as hungry travelers, we decided to…
Our hotel was one of the best ones I've been in. Ever.
No one really takes time to pick up washed up twigs and seashell remnants washed ashore, but it still had something serenely beautiful about it. I actually loved it. Any beach for me will do. I live in the metro, where things can get ugly anytime. Digisit Beach offered to me a break away from all that.
Ermita Hill is known for its history. It provided an escape to the people of Baler looking for safety from the tsunami that hit its shores in 1735. 277 years later, we visited the hill bearing no historical significance to anything but ourselves.
I slid. I fell. I walked on again. Sometimes, it takes more than cold water to get me going.
We braced ourselves, trying to make sure we were doing the right thing skipping the hotel and lurking around Aurora without much plan in mind. Miraculously, we were right.
Two stopovers. At least those that I was aware of. I stepped off the bus to see Cabanatuan. It looked – well – like any other province. How to I…