The day started at 4:30 am with freezing water from the faucet. The next thing I recall is releasing that sigh of relief about twelve hours later during the tricycle ride back to the inn.
I just remember having to wait for the 7 pm bus. I remember my disbelief when the now friendly attendant at the Ohayami booking office offered me a chair. The rest of the day, I can recall from my notes. Right now, I’d rather not.
The more pleasant memories were being shown Gihop Falls in Kinakin at Banaue, Ifugao.
The best memory is having been settled in the bus looking forward to going home. I look forward to dreaming about weekends spent not on work.
This one day, I’m thankful I got through.