Note: the pictures aren’t taken chronologically as I would show them. These are all taken and edited with an iPhone on March 28 and 29. Lo and behold:
9:03pm we left UST for Batangas, fresh cash on hand, bags on our backs and nothing but light in our eyes.
10:20pm the Nasugbu bus from Coastal had left for the day’s final trip. We have to take a detour. We are suddenly lost in the smoke belching from the bus at the terminal.
12:27am we arrived in the cold arms of Tagaytay. There’s a Tapsilogan in neon sign in the middle of the street but I want a bulalo harder. We are stranded. Smoke from the cigarettes and smoke from the cold are our only company and the huge spotlight coming from the mall.
1:20am on what I dubbed as the miraculous bus, on the last trip of the bus company, as I am typing this, to Nasugbu bus. Most of them are asleep, my ears hurt like they hurt when I’m in a plane. We almost lost hope. And looking at the faint lights of the city, I’ve realized how far away from my family. This is the universe’s some way of liberating me. I am alive. I’ve never been this alive.
2:45 at the Rendevousz. Inside the tricycle in Nasugbu. Waiting for them to buy bottles of beer in 7-11. Sleepy as fuck.
3:33 beer on hand, safe, delighted, and satisfied on a bed in a room filled with breathing, laughing creatures. This pleases the soul.
5:02 my shorts are wet so I am sleeping in my underwear after I bathe under the light of a million stars and my feet buried to the sand. I take in the ocean’s breath and the dawn’s darkness.
8:12 Milo, bread, under the cogon Water, blue, howling.
9:03 Ocean, ocean, ocean. I could just die in here.
10:21 the wind hugs you and you are cold as fuck. Loneliness is the wet shirt you are wearing. It sticks to your body. It is cold but eventually it is going to dry up but you’ll still have the scent of the swimming pool, the transparent green-shine, filled with chlorine. We are deciding if we should get back to the sea as J and JL finally wakes up. We do and we capture this epic moment.
4:01 on the bus to Tagaytay. I’m looking over the window. This is going to be a pretty sight.
5:17 Bulalo. Jaytee’s overlooking the Taal volcano and it’s fucking beautiful. The sky is purple. My sky has never been purple. It has all come to this: I am erupting with so much energy and warmth. I love the ones I’m with.
6:30 on the way to Manila. Battery’s dying but I am alive. Only to myself at least.
10:47 I am home. Like I’ve always been. With the people that I love.