While
the whole-day tricycle ride around Baler’s most wanted tourist attractions
(i.e. Ditumabo Falls, Baler Museum, and Balete Park) was good, I have to skip the
long aching storytelling part because I was technically asleep for most parts
of this city trip primarily because of that disastrous turnout of events during the previous night. On other news, Baler is very well known to be a huge
surfing destination, though time was a primary constraint to even consider giving
it a try. Instead, the remainder of the day was spent through a long seaside tambay soon as darkness
covered the entirety of the Pacific shore.
Who
needs a crazy ride along the shores and across the waves anyway when you have all for yourself this long stretch of gray sands to lay, whole wide seas to quietly
squeal, sparkling stars in the open skies to behold, and someone to exchange bombs of stories here and there, over bottles of ice-cold San
Mig beer .
