After my grand solo backpacking in Tagbilaran, the island city of Bohol and a month-long absence in my hometown, I decided to pack Serge with my Nikkie and Ippie along with a bunch of sweets I bought from my recent adventure.
Reaching the bus station in Cubao, I suddenly realized that it’s a long weekend. Funny, next week’s our long weekend with-US labor day. Anyway, I battled with the very long queue at the bus station. After An hour or so of sniffing dirt in the air, I was finally able to take a relatively comfortable seat. As of this writing , the bus is traversing the length of the North Luzon Expressway.
I’m starving, sleepy and dizzy.