Endless Tricycle Rides and a Dementor
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January 17th, 2009 – by: planisphere
Anyway, I asked a friend who knows the place pretty well if hotel in Numancia was good enough. My friend knowing where Numancia is said okay. Unknown to us, the resort that we booked required us to take a very long tricycle ride on a very poor un-cemented road to Navitas area. And the ride rates were really ripped off.
My friend was on his very unusual silent self (or usual silent self) and I knew he was blaming me for booking a hotel that was far from civilization! I was a bit agitated while on the tricycle and since we saw that there was no rides except that one we were on, we asked the driver to wait for us and bring us to Kalibo. Feeling guilty since my buddy was cranky already, we rushed to the room, drop our things and went to our ride. This condition plus the fact that we are late for our lunch and we were really hungry, both of us were on our downward spiral.
The ride to Kalibo was worst, the road was more rough. It was at the middle of the trip that I realized that I left my phone in our room.
After getting enough feel of the beat of the town, we decided to have our lunch.
I had the best lunch there, with different bands playing, it gave me the perfect sense of Kalibo: the beat, the color, the locals and the food. All my senses were satisfied. Adding the spirit of Red Horse to the picture, it was a perfect moment. So my friend's crankiness vanished into thin air, we went back to the streets to watch people dancing. Kids as young as 6 and the legendary folks (elders) as old as 70+ were joining the fun, dancing with no choreography to the beat of the festival.
Then came the dusk, the reality of not finding our "missing" friend can back to us. We made few rounds around the vicinity of the festival but after few minutes, we gave up. Tired and hungry again, we decided to just go back to the hotel. We needed to walk few kilometers just to find a tricycle who agreed to bring us back to the hotel for the price of 120 pesos. It was a good.... as so I thought. Turned out, the driver didn't know where our hotel is. He dropped us in Numancia town proper and has to get another ride to the hotel We paid more since we needed to hire another ride. Sucks bigtime.
Upon reaching the hotel, I was rushing to the room to find out if my "missing" friend was already there. Good thing, he was there. He didn't blame me for leaving my phone in the room, he never blamed me for costing him so much for his tricycle ride to the hotel. He was at instant smiling and laughing and in high spirits. I guess he was really on vacation. No nega star moments for him. We talked as if we have not seen each other ages ago, but I visited him in October in Cebu. I guess we got a wide range of database of stories to tell.
The three of us had not eaten dinner yet. So, we had our dinner of friend chicken at the resort and had few rounds of beer before going to sleep.
Tomorrow would be a bigger day, it would be the final day for the Ati-atihan. Hala bira! (rough translation: Get Going!)
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