Too stoned to think of a decent title...
Sunday, November 4
Finally, I'm home from our little blitz escapade, where I was half-dragged by my father for a thousand kilometers. And like a WWII blitzkreig, it was fast, surprising, spontaneous, and absolutely painstaking.
First of all, it was unplanned. I only got wind that we were heading off the night before the actual trip, when my mom came home with bags full of chips, nuts,softdrinks, and other gunk, stuff that she doesn't normally sanction inside the house. Then I found out that we're gonna head off to a resort hotel somewhere, but we had no reservation for a room in the hotel, and we were just gonna make up along the way. Sounds fine, but the problem is the resort was located somewhere in Ilocos Norte, at the tip of Luzon, a friggin 500km away from Manila. I tried to ask them: WTF happens when we don't get a room anywhere in that place?! Just turn around and head back home as if nothing happened?! I'm cool with a bit of spontaneity, but the place is 600km away from home, and I need some assurance, like a hotel reservation. But as usual, the word of my father is a divine rule in itself, so I had no choice but to tuck myself in for a gruesome 14-hour drive.
I'll leave out the horrific and gory details of the trip, but here's a pic to give you an idea:
The yellow circle indicates where I live, and the big fat X marks our destination.
I'm still too stoned to give off the details of our trip, so fast forward to the present and I'm here at home processing the whole bunch of pics from the trip and hopefully I'll get it done before sunrise.
thrown by A.Paul @ 03:57,
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