Palawan Polaroids: Day One
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While strapped to 64,000 lbs of plastic and steel and fuel and wire going 700 kph 25,000 feet up in the sky covering 400 kms in 35 minutes with 80 other individuals, the most interesting thing for the fat girl across the aisle is solving her sudoku.
Rough Ride
Mountains treed and untreed. The occasional bridge and dead river underneath. Tricycles and 4x4s and transport trucks. Passing through private property after private property divided by fences and posts and markers, road paved all the way.
No animals throughout. Dinner four hours later, a couple of lazy tortoiseshell cats resting beside the electric fan. The mother wakes up, meows Where are your brothers? The child replies, I don't have any.
Chinese Cardtricks
A table away, two couples play Crazy Eights. One of the boys is drinking a liter of softdrink. One of the girls is reading a book. The other boy flips an ace by mistake, landing by my left foot. I pick it up and give it to him and he mutters Sinkyu, sinkyu. I wave my hand chummily dismissively, S'okay, s'okay.
Things to Try
To weave dreams.
To enjoy the legacy of light. Or rather, to enjoy life under the sun.
To come home with an ochre tone.
To see - to reflect on and to touch - the skin of water.
That is, kung ibig ko lang.
Ridiculous Realisations, #1
- Home is not just down the road, nor over the hill, nor a mountain away. Or rather, Home is only 35 minutes away going 700 kph north by northeast, etc etc.
- I'm the only non-foreign tourist guy in the bar. Or rather, I'm the only person not tabling a white guy.
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