Terça-feira, Maio 02, 2006
The Tromatic Experience (Part 2)
(cont.)
DAY 4 (Wednesday)
We didn't create any itinerary for the day. While the others decided to go to what Ava calls the Market! Market! to buy stuff for pasalubong, I stayed inside the house and watched When Harry Met Sally on cable. After lunch, we went to visit Becky's grandmother whose crib was absolutely chic, 1950's style. It was already about 7 in the evening when we went to Camp John Hay's Eco-trail (again!). We were only planning to freak Bren out at the Forbidden Forest but then it looked like the rest of us got scared too to continue the trail because it got pretty dark out. There were no visible trees casting deep, dark shadows. Everything was pitch black and I swear Karen and I heard something crackling on the grass beside us. Could be snakes.
Baguio, for what I know, is quite known for its haunted places. Remember the 1990 earthquake? Anyway, as the Tromapips were left hanging from the failed spook spotting back at Camp John Hay, we decided to pursue with our ghost hunting at 8pm just for the heck of it. We tried parking outside the Hyatt Hotel but got too scared to get inside the gates. Next stop is Teachers Camp, which is crammed with people attending varied seminars. The cab driver told us earlier that there is a haunted house in that area, he thought we ought to check that out. But we never got to know where that was so we put the lousy ghost hunting behind us and drove to Session Road instead to look for a nice eating place. However, we ended up dining at Food Trip (Nevada). Seizing our last night in Baguio made us go to Friday's Club in Nevada Square. We had about several rounds of liquor and grooved (not to mention myself breaking the seal) till 2am.
As for the Post-Tromatic Stress Disorder/Syndrome, we slumped altogether onto the couch immediately after we went inside the house early that morning and started a debriefing session. I commend Bren for bringing this up to the group before left for Manila. Sometimes it feels good to hear from someone how much he/she cares for you. You thought you knew yourself so well but your friends make sure that you also see your unseen strengths and weaknesses. The brown-and-green bands we now wear on our wrists are a testimony that we're always better together than apart.
DAY 5 (Thursday)
We woke up two hours later and I alone manifested the symptoms of a hangover – throbbing headache on the occipital region, irritability, nausea, dry mouth, dehydration. Kainis, ba't ako lang?
"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and there's nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever." Ava and I sang that Beatles song endlessly on our way to La Trinidad Valley. I already started feeling sick that time but just the same we took pictures of ourselves with the fields as our background.
As if we hadn't had enough, we went back to the Eco-trail yet again to finish our trek with Bren. We reached the end sooner than expected and it felt good to know we managed to stop and rest only once.
Our last destination for the trip before landing to Market! Market! for a final shopping extravaganza was the Baguio Cathedral. While the others wandered off to some place to offer candles, Bren caught me secretly sleeping on one of the pews. Hehe.
* * *
A few hours after the last lunch at home, something that should not have happened, well, happened. There's no need to be writing about it in full detail. I'm sorry, too, guys for looking at 'it' the other way. I really think it must be the lost erg, the hangover, the pressures of being a host, and the lousy water schedule that suddenly sucked out all the happiness in me. Forgive me that I screwed up on our last day. I even thought of the possibility that the bus ride to Manila could have been as fun as the one we had going to Baguio had I not broken down like that. I hope that by this time we have already come off it. Besides we had more good times anyway, diba?
The silence in the bus made me sleep almost continuously. But it was only when we reached Caloocan that I finally freed myself from the terrible hangover. We reached the Pasay terminal at 12mn. It took me two days however to discover the truth behind why Ava, Soc, Karen, and Karlo, did not want me to stay with them while they wait for their parents to pick them up. Thanks, Karen for taking them in your house when they had nowhere to go.
DAY 4 (Wednesday)
We didn't create any itinerary for the day. While the others decided to go to what Ava calls the Market! Market! to buy stuff for pasalubong, I stayed inside the house and watched When Harry Met Sally on cable. After lunch, we went to visit Becky's grandmother whose crib was absolutely chic, 1950's style. It was already about 7 in the evening when we went to Camp John Hay's Eco-trail (again!). We were only planning to freak Bren out at the Forbidden Forest but then it looked like the rest of us got scared too to continue the trail because it got pretty dark out. There were no visible trees casting deep, dark shadows. Everything was pitch black and I swear Karen and I heard something crackling on the grass beside us. Could be snakes.
Baguio, for what I know, is quite known for its haunted places. Remember the 1990 earthquake? Anyway, as the Tromapips were left hanging from the failed spook spotting back at Camp John Hay, we decided to pursue with our ghost hunting at 8pm just for the heck of it. We tried parking outside the Hyatt Hotel but got too scared to get inside the gates. Next stop is Teachers Camp, which is crammed with people attending varied seminars. The cab driver told us earlier that there is a haunted house in that area, he thought we ought to check that out. But we never got to know where that was so we put the lousy ghost hunting behind us and drove to Session Road instead to look for a nice eating place. However, we ended up dining at Food Trip (Nevada). Seizing our last night in Baguio made us go to Friday's Club in Nevada Square. We had about several rounds of liquor and grooved (not to mention myself breaking the seal) till 2am.
As for the Post-Tromatic Stress Disorder/Syndrome, we slumped altogether onto the couch immediately after we went inside the house early that morning and started a debriefing session. I commend Bren for bringing this up to the group before left for Manila. Sometimes it feels good to hear from someone how much he/she cares for you. You thought you knew yourself so well but your friends make sure that you also see your unseen strengths and weaknesses. The brown-and-green bands we now wear on our wrists are a testimony that we're always better together than apart.
DAY 5 (Thursday)
We woke up two hours later and I alone manifested the symptoms of a hangover – throbbing headache on the occipital region, irritability, nausea, dry mouth, dehydration. Kainis, ba't ako lang?
"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and there's nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever." Ava and I sang that Beatles song endlessly on our way to La Trinidad Valley. I already started feeling sick that time but just the same we took pictures of ourselves with the fields as our background.
As if we hadn't had enough, we went back to the Eco-trail yet again to finish our trek with Bren. We reached the end sooner than expected and it felt good to know we managed to stop and rest only once.
Our last destination for the trip before landing to Market! Market! for a final shopping extravaganza was the Baguio Cathedral. While the others wandered off to some place to offer candles, Bren caught me secretly sleeping on one of the pews. Hehe. * * *
A few hours after the last lunch at home, something that should not have happened, well, happened. There's no need to be writing about it in full detail. I'm sorry, too, guys for looking at 'it' the other way. I really think it must be the lost erg, the hangover, the pressures of being a host, and the lousy water schedule that suddenly sucked out all the happiness in me. Forgive me that I screwed up on our last day. I even thought of the possibility that the bus ride to Manila could have been as fun as the one we had going to Baguio had I not broken down like that. I hope that by this time we have already come off it. Besides we had more good times anyway, diba?
The silence in the bus made me sleep almost continuously. But it was only when we reached Caloocan that I finally freed myself from the terrible hangover. We reached the Pasay terminal at 12mn. It took me two days however to discover the truth behind why Ava, Soc, Karen, and Karlo, did not want me to stay with them while they wait for their parents to pick them up. Thanks, Karen for taking them in your house when they had nowhere to go.
Carnaval took a nap at 3:41:00 PM
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