So, I went to visit my friend’s place which happens to be around the same area I was staying. There’s an option to take a tricycle but I decided to walk for about 2kms or less to his place. A few meters away from my place, a young tricyle driver stopped and offered to give me a ride. I guess he knew I was just going nearby. I told him I was on my way to Hagedorn Rd, so he said, “Okay. I’m on my way to the city. Hop on and I’ll drop you off the corner then you can walk. At least, it won’t be too hot.” He didn’t ask for my fare so I smiled and said, “Thank you.”
As I was walking down the rocky road, I stopped twice to ask directions with my rarely-used sweet voice. Each time I asked a local, they were always smiling, warm and so much willing to say I was on the right track.
So, I kept walking until I reached my friend’s place. He wasn’t home and told me to hang out anytime. I spoke with the monk staying in his place for a short while before I chose to stay on one of the hammocks and read a book I brought with me. After an hour or so, I decided to go home as the sky was getting gloomy and sent my friend a message that I’ll be back before I fly back to Manila.
I walked back home and decided to eat some barbecue a little farther from my place. There, I talked with the owner and learned her parents are from Ormoc, Leyte. We talked until I finished eating. Then I kept walking back to my place.
Though I didn’t get to talk with my friend that day, I was able to connect with some of the locals and found another reason to love this place. xx