14-hour mad ride

Basically, I am to go to my ex-hometown, the city of flowers (and of terror). I have to go there for three things: Violin Pre-masterclass, full contact sparring (yikes!), to spend time with my ex-classmates and to visit the Jose Atilano Camp, the Music hall, ADZUGS and AEMSHS.

However, as every trip to zamboanga is, the journey is perilous, disorienting and very2x tiring.

So, here goes the highlights:

4am, I was awoken by Dad and I had a rushed up breakfast, bathed, dressed a la camper and went straight to a taxi called by our nanny.

5:15 am, we arrived at the bus terminal. I'm still buzzed up but after hearing the news that the 5:20am aircon bus is on hold (due to engine trouble) I was praying that we will not take the economy-class, non-aircon bus. But we did as it fit the time frame of Dad's schedule.

5:30 am, Filipino time reduced to 10 minutes. I am at awe. These bus people are much less influenced of "man(enye)na" culture unlike most of my classmates in the Honor's class at a well-knowned university.

I tell you, it's different. Business class feels like economy class and economy class feels like payatas. I'm not picky but, it's in my nature to complain. Hence, Reklamador.

this is the video inside the interior of an economy-class bus.
Really okay but the noise of crying babies and noisy pricks can be heard even with a maxed volume of "Rise Up".


someone is smoking in front of me despite the profound fact that all public buses are strictly no smoking!


Ah.... Bus stop. I can't wait to take a pee. But no! it isn't free! i didnt know Public Crs now have fees legalized by our government. Now, the 2 pesos may be alright for me but to other people, they'll just pee on a nearby bush, instead of wasting their 2 pesos.

And so i paid and peed despite the horrendous odor and oh! it doesnt flush! Sheesh. No wonder Urine can easily settle and evaporate, condense and settle over the CR walls.
Here's the video. Hope Imbestigador's Mike Enriquez sees this.



I just slept inside the bus feeling sick. Then, we arrived in Pagadian! yehey! Aircon! No smokers!
But no, we sat on extensions. With no price cut whasoever.



I had to wait until the Lady a seat left of me, arrives in Imelda and leaves the bus leaving her seat to me. I can't feel my arse.
I slept and awoke in Zamboanga's Barangay Curuan. Civilization at last! No more undending stretches of vegetation and forests... I even saw a copra dealer named after me er.... named after the first guy named Albert.



But no, we have to see some more green....



Sangali! Civilization at last! Here's a video of SLQ lechon manok (no liempo of course).

Hahaha..... and then, we arrived. Of course, after 2 years, I devoured a whole SLQ lechon manok. Part Nostalgia, Part Hunger. Woohoo.


Zamboanga is known for 3 things: Flowers, Checkpoints and hooded Ninjas.