I did not ride a motorbike, turns out...it was hard to mount the surf boards on it...and while we could not find on google map where we wanted to go...or any visible road leading up to the cove of Nagtabon, locals told us that while it was a bit of a long ride, most of the road leading up to it is rough and unpaved. And riding a motorbike alone would prove bumpy enough for the growing life inside of me; so we rented a jeep...the only jeep driver in town who agreed to take us was this old man who had faulty hearing. We had to shout everything we had to say...it was exhausting!
30 minutes into the ride, my hair and skin was laden with dust, enough so that when i clasped my hands together, i could form a bit of a clay statue...okay i'm exaggerating! But when you're pregnant like I am, everything is exaggerated. I had two inh
alers up my nose for my nausea and a pillow from the inn under my butt to ease the bump. The road kept getting smaller and smaller with many a dips and highs...i nearly flew out the jeep's back door opening if not for my man holding me. There were moments of quiet roads and I was able to grab a bite (as usual) as arvin took to the roof of the jeep and started taking pictures and footage.all these discomfort was soon forgotten the moment we saw the opening of the cove. It was heavenly! I instantly cried out: 'I want to live here!' like i always do every time i discover a nice place, hoping one day, the universe and God will agree with me finally and let me.
The waves were turbulent and there was a heavy undertow, so i was prevented to go too far into the waters. I stayed in the sun until i could not take the heat anymore and dipped my body on the outer shore lines, which was about a few inches deep. A few inches deep! How boring!
I nestled myself in a beach towel we brought from home, which turned out to be laden with bed bugs!!! I die!!! it took me a few weeks and many a scars to be off with my first bites, now the exposed skin on my back is looking like a connect-the-dot game. I hate it, i hate, i hate it! They bite me and not him.....why???? because i'm pregnant, im suddenly more succulent? THAT IS IT, I'm burning everything down, the moment we get home.
And to top everything off, my hormones are raging....meaning i have a pimple on my left cheek! And i thought high school was over....my back is itchy as hell, my face...distracted by a spot, i swear, i could cry right now. I bought a huge bottle of white flower which i feel like showering with, if it were only possible. Why do pests exist??? WHY???
anyway, maybe if i talk about something else, i could avert the rage.
Arvin went off with luca, the italian guy we met here at banwa, to watch the paquiao fight in some bar in town. I'm sorry but i'm not the sort who relish in this phenomena, whatever it is...never watched a single fight, except a few months ago, and my eyes kept wondering somewhere else all the while. I don't understand why i don't understand it. So damn bloody in the first place. Don't get me wrong, i am proud of the pacman, i'm just not jumping over the moon over the whole thing. For what it's worth, i hope he wins these fights forever and never run for office again.
People, we need more public social servants, more than politicians right now. That's just my opinion.
talked about something else and the itch still rages on....excuse me while i bathe in white flower.
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