pre-vigan musings..
I’m leaving for Vigan in two hours. I haven’t had dinner and my one-piece KFC chicken meal, which I should have eaten for lunch, is waiting coldly by my side. I’ve just finished my Muziklaban article and I’m just hanging out in the office wondering where I can take a shower before the PRs haul me in their van for that long trip.
I brought a bag the size of China, which I have filled with so much clothes as if I’m staying in Vigan forever. I tried it on last night and found myself almost toppling whichever way I move because the whole thing is probably thrice my weight. In the end, I [stupidly] decided to leave my [my dear photographer friends, please forgive me for this....] SLR behind. I’ll be off to the old city with my A95 (aargh! digital is evil!) and my lomo (whoopee! it’s practically a reunion!). I hope that would be enough but I know that I would forever regret leaving my SLR behind.
I hope I end up making friends when I get there as I have decided to take Friday off and go around the area before heading home on Saturday. The rest of the media group will leave Friday morning. Am I scared? Nope. Should I be? I don’t think so. I know I’m going to survive as long as there’s an ATM and a Smart or Sun Cellular cellsite. About meeting friends, that’s more like wishful thinking. Curly said I’m not friendly. I’ve been alone most of my life, and I guess a few more days won’t hurt a bit. How does one make friends anyway? Maybe they taught me in kindergarten but I was never good at paying attention to teachers.
I wonder if I’d make it to Pagudpud. My friend said it’s about three hours from Vigan. That’s like Manila to Subic, and knowing how lazy I am, the distance might just not work for me. I wonder more if I’d make it back in one piece. I do hope so. I have so many sausages and jars to bring home. Harhar!!
