Simply desperate to seek new sights apart from the cold, desolate, barren and bleak landscape I see everyday when I go to work, I filed a 3-day annual leave. It was sudden. I found myself printing the leave form and having it signed within an hour from 2 of my superiors, saying I have to depart the next day bound for Roxas City. The reason for which is partly influenced by the untimely death of Amy Winehouse.
Yesterday, 5:40am I was on a public bus to Malinta, Masbate. I should have been on a single motorcycle on a non-stop trip to the Kalasuche port in Milagros, Masbate but my driver failed to meet me at 5:00am. Yes, I got stood up. So I got on the bus instead, advised the driver to drop me in Malinta, and found a window seat. I should have known better. The wind was biting cold and it was drizzling so the drops hit my face hard.
Shivering and yet unmindful for I found amusement counting the number of passengers getting into the bus. It was stuffed to the core, mind you, with students getting on and off at every stop. I was grateful I had the chance to study at the city center when I was in high school and public commute was in the form of a 3-minute tricycle ride from my home. I pity the students and their disheveled hair, with their crisp white polo shirts and blue skirts now stained with mud and wet with rain. My first seat mate was a shy lass about my age, she was covering her face with a towel. She transferred to a seat in front, probably because she wanted a window seat too. haha, wrong move! My second seatmate was a man in his late 20s; I didn’t have enough time to “observe” him because he gave up his seat soon after he sat next to me, to a lady and her newborn. Imagine boarding an overstuffed old public bus with your baby. Shielding the baby from being hit by rushing passengers and protecting it from being squished in your seat by the one next to you is such an enormous effort! Kudos to moms and babies in public transport!
An old lady in the front row informed me that it was my stop already. I thanked her and got off. A man shouting off “Milagros!” caught my attention. He took my bag and secured it in the sidecar of his tricycle while I took the “backride” (next to the driver, more like a sideride if you ask me). Now the tricycle stuffing commences! Students picked up along the way, old ladies with freshly harvested bananas, men and their luggage. Front, side, back, interior, the tricycle was brimming with passengers!
Speaking a mixture of tagalog and Ilonggo (with the perfectly sweet-sounding accent ha!), I didn’t pass off as a non-local because the Masbateno dialect is a hodgepodge of ilonggo, bisaya, bicol, and even tagalog as the island is situated with certain portions facing the Bicol region, Panay island, and Cebu, among others. I understood perfectly from the boatmen that there were no trips that Monday, not even for Estancia, Iloilo where I could just travel overland to Roxas. Now another man started talking. Picking up certain context clues from what the man was saying in Masbateno, I thought he was about to lead me to another outrigger that could possibly sail for Roxas that day. But no! He was actually leading me to a supposed lodging place where I could spend the nights till the next earliest trip which is on Wednesday. I could not describe in detail what the place looked like because I don’t want to recall it. Suffice to say that at that time, at the back of my head, I figured “What the fuck is this? A drug den?” I hurriedly bid him goodbye and flagged the first tricycle that came to sight with no definite destination in mind. (Oh well, maybe he was just being uhhhhmmm, thoughtful?)
I told the driver to drop me at the terminal to Masbate City. It was yet another tricycle ride to the city, about an hour I was told. I found it quite interesting that long distance routes are accommodated by tricyles and motorcycles (habal-habal) and that there seems to be only a small number of jeepneys plying the town-to-town routes. And in the rare occasions that there are indeed buses, these are the Jurassic ones. Large and ancient, the makeshift window covers are wooden planks and rust is everywhere.
You know the first thing I did when I reached Masbate City? I ate pancakes at Jollibee. haha. Everything tastes better with butter and maple syrup cures all ills. Okay I made the second one up. And it was not even real maple syrup with my pancakes, it was sugar syrup. Nevertheless, I enjoyed my breakfast because I missed eating fastfood junk. It’s only recently that I’ve appreciated the modern conveniences of living in the metro. Working miles from the big city and seeing pollution only after every 6 weeks, I embrace EDSA’s traffic and MRT rush hour as if there were my long lost sisters. I buy the big fastfood breakfast meal because I want to get the morning paper (I have this thing with freebies). And I read it cover to cover like I’ve lost contact with civilization for a long time and i want to reestablish my being human. I also want to know the present date. haha
After breakfast, I looked for a hotel where I could spend the night without busting the budget. I found one for 550 per night with a matrimonial bed, aircon, and cable tv. I could have opted for a single bed with half the price, but there was no available room, the receptionist told me. Oh well, I thought, it was cheap anyway. So I took the room after they changed the sheets and gave me a blanket so thin and tiny it could as well double as a sheer scarf. What should I expect from 550, right? I was lucky enough to have been provided with soap. I should not complain about the TV where the channel browse function is nonexistent because some sick customer must have popped out the control keys when he got bored with playing hide and seek with the remote control. Yes, the remote control was missing too.
The hours went by smoothly afterwards as I fumble for the thin banket to wipe off my tears after watching some tagalog films by Star Cinema. I love you, Goodbye was as funny and witty as it was heartfelt and tearjerking. Now fastforward to the beach scene from Derek Ramsay and Angelica Panganiban. Nothing beats macro shots of the sand with holding hands, rubbing legs, and wet hair! I give the film 5 stars. My verdict in one word: ABS.
After some silly soulsearching and mindmapping which often led to thoughts on Europe and how unattractive John Lapus would be if he were straight (yes, I watched Here Comes the Bride too!), I succumbed to slumber.
Now, as of writing, I sit here by a windowside table in a fastfood restaurant in Masbate city, looking through glass and seeing nothing but pouring rain. With a cup of coffee keeping me company, and Jack Johnson in the background, I reckon this has been one of the most intimate personal experiences I’ve had in a long time. I thought it’d be nice to prop one knee up, with one hand wrapping it nicely, but I’m not in my pyjamas and this is not my home. I realize that I needed this escape not because I wanted to see a particular place or be with certain people close to me; I just wanted to be in transit and maybe, just maybe, find myself in the process.
I agree with you, most people waste their time debating about whether a place is ‘touristy’ or ‘overrated’ and indulge their senses with being this off the beaten path wanderers, however, they completely missed the point – its not only about the destination itself, its the whole experience of getting from A to be B that is enriching. 🙂
Marky! 🙂 right on! and sometimes, it’s when you stray from the itinerary that you tell the greatest of stories.
love reading ur post! i love long road trips because it allows my mind to wander off and reflect on so many things. i remember my friends and i used to call it as ‘being one with the road’ or ‘being one with nature.’ 🙂
thanks! yes, to be one with the road is one great experience, especially when you’re on public commute. haha. when traveling, we can’t help but ponder on things we haven’t thought much of before. sumosoul-searching!
this is what i love about traveling… in transit, the silent reflections of the heart, finding one’s self. i feel you. continue journeying!
thanks james. 🙂 dami mo na siguro napagtanto sa mga travels mo. 🙂
It’s lovely to read from other people about traveling solo, because I am sooo missing it. It’s pretty difficult to do so at the moment, with the little one and all. I’m amazed about how you remember every detail, and it is with those details that I get to travel with you in a cyber sense. Or something. I love your writing Ella. One of the most awesome I’ve read. Fact.
thanks gaye! 🙂 It really means a lot coming from you.
Great! I never thought you could write a helluva piece like this gurl. hehehe. JOKE! Hhhhmmmnn, i should try writing my travels, too. Thanks, gurl!
so I fooled you? umayos ka, rene. hehe. yeah, you should write about your travels too. 🙂 and oh, publish that anthology already!
Yes this was deep. Sometimes it is good to get away and search the mind.