Hit the road, Jack
Time check: 47 hours, 21 minutes
That's how much time there is left before I get back to Manila. It's remarkable how time has a habit of getting stuck on a clock tick here in Iloilo. I'd wager that it'd switch to quarta once I step off Centennial's tarmac Thursday though. And surely, much faster than I thought it would have been, I'm back south all over again.
Anyway, matagal pa 'yun (yehey!) so let's focus on the now. Now is the time when I just got off my first out-of-town business trip (as if Iloilo wasn't out-of-townish enough). Along with my predecessor (the KC specialist I'll be relieving next year), we left yesterday afternoon for Roxas City, Capiz. The original itinerary included a northwest-ward drive along coastal roads to nearby Aklan province. That part of the trip got cancelled, however, due to some (un)official business he needed to get back to in Iloilo. So we ended up staying in Roxas overnight only and then rushing back to home base this afternoon. Err, that's the reason I'm out in the malls early. I got the rest of the afternoon off today.
I didn't think the trip was worth it though. Bad roads, bland sights. I expected Roxas City to have some sort of Presidential grandeur that ought to make it a tourist destination. False impressions! Roxas is exactly like Lubao: neither presidential nor touristic. So much for my expectations. Even my companion remarked that Roxas didn't have the pretty faces that Kalibo has.
In any case, my predecessor was telling me that he'd like to "familiarize" me with the Boracay area before he left next year. But due to our (his and mine, dealt separately) hectic skeds in january, he was urging me during the trip kanina that I fly back here early. Now, that's when I reacted, like really reacted. I felt, like, crap. Here I am whining to myself, wanting to go home badly, and he's, what? He's advising me to fly back agad??? That's the most horrible idea I've heard in years! No way. No crappy way. Ever. I think he read my face pretty well. Kasi he was chuckling all the way back to Iloilo.
I wanna go home. Somebody FedEx™ me home, please.
That's how much time there is left before I get back to Manila. It's remarkable how time has a habit of getting stuck on a clock tick here in Iloilo. I'd wager that it'd switch to quarta once I step off Centennial's tarmac Thursday though. And surely, much faster than I thought it would have been, I'm back south all over again.
Anyway, matagal pa 'yun (yehey!) so let's focus on the now. Now is the time when I just got off my first out-of-town business trip (as if Iloilo wasn't out-of-townish enough). Along with my predecessor (the KC specialist I'll be relieving next year), we left yesterday afternoon for Roxas City, Capiz. The original itinerary included a northwest-ward drive along coastal roads to nearby Aklan province. That part of the trip got cancelled, however, due to some (un)official business he needed to get back to in Iloilo. So we ended up staying in Roxas overnight only and then rushing back to home base this afternoon. Err, that's the reason I'm out in the malls early. I got the rest of the afternoon off today.
I didn't think the trip was worth it though. Bad roads, bland sights. I expected Roxas City to have some sort of Presidential grandeur that ought to make it a tourist destination. False impressions! Roxas is exactly like Lubao: neither presidential nor touristic. So much for my expectations. Even my companion remarked that Roxas didn't have the pretty faces that Kalibo has.
In any case, my predecessor was telling me that he'd like to "familiarize" me with the Boracay area before he left next year. But due to our (his and mine, dealt separately) hectic skeds in january, he was urging me during the trip kanina that I fly back here early. Now, that's when I reacted, like really reacted. I felt, like, crap. Here I am whining to myself, wanting to go home badly, and he's, what? He's advising me to fly back agad??? That's the most horrible idea I've heard in years! No way. No crappy way. Ever. I think he read my face pretty well. Kasi he was chuckling all the way back to Iloilo.
I wanna go home. Somebody FedEx™ me home, please.
posted by the nature boy at 4:48 PM
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Reminds me of me, when I was in Los Banos. Nothing but hate and contempt for the provincial backwaters. Couldn't wait to get back to the big city and Live. Couldn't wait to transfer back to comforts of home.
The funny thing is, I miss my old LB haunts.
Enjoy life where you have it. It's not like they'd give you a refund if you complain.
I am chicomanasan.
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