There was no more hitch from Bontoc to Lake Sebu. We got to Manila with enough time to walk to Tara’s apartment in Scout Borromeo, repack, withdraw money from Western Union, and take a cab to the airport. We got to the airport with a few minutes to spare before boarding so I also got to withdraw money from the ATM. When a Cebu Pacific attendant saw Tara’s tattoo, he said, “Fresh na fresh pa po tattoo nyo ah!” To which Tara replied, “Huh?” The flight attendant then said, “Good morning!” Haha!
We took the first trip to Bontoc. We got to ride inside this time (phew!). But, I admit that the view from the roof was way better than from the inside. Nevertheless, the scenery was still beautiful and being given the chance to see the Chico River and the surrounding mountains still made me feel blessed.
So, we did the trek back to Tulgao. It was way easier for me this time, when compared to the hike to Buscalan. The night before, while getting ready to sleep, I revisited my first hiking experience. And, as fulfilling as it was for me, all I could tell myself was that I was such a weakling. I was, really. For almost half of the hike, our guide was pulling me up the mountain because I was having difficulty breathing and my legs were just about ready to give up. Tara said that, at one point, she doubted if I would make it. And, I had the same thoughts.
I got to the bus station 10 minutes before its scheduled departure. Typical me, I did everything last minute – INCITEGov first draft (sent 4:15 PM), packing (done 6:15 PM), withdrawal of pocket money (done 6:20 PM), picking up of books from Glads’ for the kids of Guina-ang (done 6:25 PM). Good thing there was still no one sitting on our reserved seats!