galera chronicles part 1
despite all the hassles we had to go through, we managed to have a blastin' good time at the beach.
my mom nearly kept me from going to that galera trip. so in consequence, instead of my usual early selfand meeting them at around 4.30am at metropolis, i arrived at around 7-ish thereby delaying the trip for two and a half hours and rendering us behind our supposed schedule. of course, it also meant me having to recite a litany of apologies, for being the cause of such delay.
from there, we boarded the bus to the port where we were supposed to get on a large motorized banca to take us to white beach. the bus ride was (oh gahd) a terrible pain in the butt. literally. i mean, it had to be the longest bus ride of my life and i have been to 12 hr trips on bus. perhaps a combination of excitement and cramped seating space were a cause of condemnation of a 3 hr trip that lasted forever.
reaching the port, we had to wait like two more hours for the boat ride. and when we were finally called for boarding, we were totally scared out of our wits, they were overloading the damned thing and we nearly backed out. luckily, another boat arrived (not the one we were supposed to be in), a much safer boat, although an hour later than the supposed schedule which was 12:15. sayang, we were this close to having cute friends hehe. but they opted to ride the uberly overloaded first boat.and we never heard of them since. we have a theory though, that they were devoured by the sea. but we saw them the following day, they seemed quite okay. so maybe they managed to survive. i knew it. the cooler they dorkily tugged along with them was a self-sustaining rectangular bathysphere. i knew it. damn it i'm right. how else could they have survived such wrath?
well, i slept through much of the boat trip, awakened by the splash of water from outside the boat which soaked the back of my shirt. i was considerably lucky because kester (who was sitting beside me) got wet twice. and we were the only ones in the boat who, by some twist of faith, got splashed with water. it's weird considering the window behind us had some kind of plastic curtain to keep the water out. i actually gave up tryingto figure out how the hell we got wet.
i thought we were never going to see land ever again... so we collectively wished real hard, and prayed, sang hymns and burned incense. after an hour of lip-service we were at the beach. it was 2-ish then. whether the prayer and hymns and incense had something to do with it, is beyond me. i was okay with the fact that we were actually walking on sand, real sand.
then we were faced with a bigger problem. we still had no place to stay. the beach front hotels were all already fully booked. luckily, some locals were willing to share their residential space (if the price is right, of course) to the disillusioned tourists. so we landed paying for a shack among the woods. we literally had to take a hike to reach the godforsaken place. it wasn't the least bit hotel-sy (not that we were actually looking for a hotel-ish place. any airconditioned room could have worked) and we even had to share the house with the owners. while we slept at the rooms (their rooms), they slept on the floor at the living area. it was, well... a house-- a typical probinsya house, i might add, with a 30+ inch cable tv. neat... at that point we were willing to take anything just so there was somewhere we could spend the night (and somewhere, where we could take showers). we figured it didn't really matter because we were going to be out at the beach the entire time.
so we finally found a place, it was 4pm then, meaning we have all forgotten to eat lunch, what with all that looking-for-a-decent-place-to-stay fiasco. by then, i had a really, really throbbing headache and my world was literally spinning before my eyes and then i started throwing up. i felt really sick, maybe from hours of having eaten nothing (i forgot i was not able to eat a decent breaksfast) and the sordid heat that burned the very core of my existence. if i did not have a hat on, i feel all the gray matter would ooze out of my ears in search for a more tolerable weather. so there i went. the whole household hearing the entire episode of me puking in the toilet. really, really disgusting. :P
i was not really in the mood to go to the beach despite the prodding , having
my mom nearly kept me from going to that galera trip. so in consequence, instead of my usual early self
from there, we boarded the bus to the port where we were supposed to get on a large motorized banca to take us to white beach. the bus ride was (oh gahd) a terrible pain in the butt. literally. i mean, it had to be the longest bus ride of my life and i have been to 12 hr trips on bus. perhaps a combination of excitement and cramped seating space were a cause of condemnation of a 3 hr trip that lasted forever.
reaching the port, we had to wait like two more hours for the boat ride. and when we were finally called for boarding, we were totally scared out of our wits, they were overloading the damned thing and we nearly backed out. luckily, another boat arrived (not the one we were supposed to be in), a much safer boat, although an hour later than the supposed schedule which was 12:15. sayang, we were this close to having cute friends hehe. but they opted to ride the uberly overloaded first boat.and we never heard of them since. we have a theory though, that they were devoured by the sea. but we saw them the following day, they seemed quite okay. so maybe they managed to survive. i knew it. the cooler they dorkily tugged along with them was a self-sustaining rectangular bathysphere. i knew it. damn it i'm right. how else could they have survived such wrath?
well, i slept through much of the boat trip, awakened by the splash of water from outside the boat which soaked the back of my shirt. i was considerably lucky because kester (who was sitting beside me) got wet twice. and we were the only ones in the boat who, by some twist of faith, got splashed with water. it's weird considering the window behind us had some kind of plastic curtain to keep the water out. i actually gave up tryingto figure out how the hell we got wet.
i thought we were never going to see land ever again... so we collectively wished real hard, and prayed, sang hymns and burned incense. after an hour of lip-service we were at the beach. it was 2-ish then. whether the prayer and hymns and incense had something to do with it, is beyond me. i was okay with the fact that we were actually walking on sand, real sand.
then we were faced with a bigger problem. we still had no place to stay. the beach front hotels were all already fully booked. luckily, some locals were willing to share their residential space (if the price is right, of course) to the disillusioned tourists. so we landed paying for a shack among the woods. we literally had to take a hike to reach the godforsaken place. it wasn't the least bit hotel-sy (not that we were actually looking for a hotel-ish place. any airconditioned room could have worked) and we even had to share the house with the owners. while we slept at the rooms (their rooms), they slept on the floor at the living area. it was, well... a house-- a typical probinsya house, i might add, with a 30+ inch cable tv. neat... at that point we were willing to take anything just so there was somewhere we could spend the night (and somewhere, where we could take showers). we figured it didn't really matter because we were going to be out at the beach the entire time.
so we finally found a place, it was 4pm then, meaning we have all forgotten to eat lunch, what with all that looking-for-a-decent-place-to-stay fiasco. by then, i had a really, really throbbing headache and my world was literally spinning before my eyes and then i started throwing up. i felt really sick, maybe from hours of having eaten nothing (i forgot i was not able to eat a decent breaksfast) and the sordid heat that burned the very core of my existence. if i did not have a hat on, i feel all the gray matter would ooze out of my ears in search for a more tolerable weather. so there i went. the whole household hearing the entire episode of me puking in the toilet. really, really disgusting. :P
i was not really in the mood to go to the beach despite the prodding , having
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