February 28,
2014 | It was three in the morning and nine hours ago, I was more than excited riding that bus to Solano Nueva Vizcaya, anticipating a supposed fruitful ride to the mountainous
region up north. Little did I know that a total disaster was fully upswing to
no avail while I was enjoying the dusky sights beyond the bus window from that
rough spot at the backmost part travelling through that
under-constructed N. Vizcaya road. But comes good news: made it safe there around four hours later.
By the
time we arrived at around 10 PM, the bad news started to present itself
– the next trip to Banaue wont come until dawn. No choice but to endure five hours of being stranded at the
middle of the road in the middle of the night.
We were practically waiting for a bus heading to Banaue with no clue at
all. As the night gets darker, the air madly becomes colder, while the last of
the night’s stars was starting to slowly fade also. Everyone was savaging
over the sweetness of their sleeps, savoring the comfort of their beds, except me
who happened to be at that stretch creeping on the midnight shadows, being partied over for by countless mosquitoes. My eyes
were involuntarily drooping and falling flat against my bed would precisely be
the most logical thing to do but the unfortunate circumstance I stuck myself
into hopelessly deprived me of the tiniest coziness there is possible. But for half
a heartbeat, I let myself pretend that I will soon get away with all those
inconveniences amidst the odds being clearly not on my favor.
And all things,
including such inescapable troubles, do come to an end. After nearly ten
long hours of being high and dry around those chaotic roads, the bus finally
rose from the shadows.
