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Bacolod–Dumaguete: Experiencing the First Road Accident

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Dec. 26
4AM Southbus Terminal 330 AM North Bus Terminal
430AM ETD for Bacolod via Tabuelan Toledo (229)
7AM Arrived at Tabuelan Toledo Port
1PM ETA Bacolod Ceres Terminal. Late Lunch. Meet Guide
2PM ETD for La Carlota.(50)
3PM ETA La Carlota. Buy Supplies
4PM Off to Guintubdan Jumpoff(50)
5PM ETA Guintubdan Jumpoff. Start Trek
6PM Sleep Out 8PM – ETA Camp 1
830 PM – Pitch camp. Dinner. Talk. Drink
10 PM – Lights out

Forward. Always look forward.

3AM Wake Up Call.Breakfast 730 AM Wake-up Call. Breakfast
4AM Start Trek 9 AM Breakcamp. Backtrail
12NN ETA Jumpoff.Off. Off to La Carlota City
6PM ETA Jumpoff. 3PM Late Lunch at Mang Inasal
5 PM ETA La Carlota.Dinner. Off to Dumaguete
8 11 PM ETA Dumaguete City. Sir Shimi’s. Doze off.

4 5 AM Wake-up Call.
6AM Hagnaya Sibulan. Breakfast.
8 630 AM Ferry To Bantayan Ferry to Liloan, Santander
9 7 AM ETA Santander. Off to Cebu City
10 AM Experience the First Road Accident. White Guy. Filipina Wife. Blessing of the New House. Skidmarks. Twisted Motorbike.
1030 PM Off to Cebu City
12 NN ETA Cebu City. Face the familiars once more.

Is it possible to treat realities like itineraries—impersonal, detailed, stern? Yet, life—on its microscopic self—is unpredictable. Planning cannot impede life to go on with its unpredictability; and the least we can do is anticipate its possible turns and twists. We hang on to the possibilities.

Itineraries can’t be religiously executed; yet we see ourselves more excited to the  unincludeds, the unwritten-downs.


Witness how a white man lay unconscious on the road, the wife wounded, bleeding. How the mother cursed all the demons, the drivers, the pests, the roaches, the road, the van. How the aunt or the sister wallowed and ungracefully blew her nose on the road. How the newly constructed house stayed silent while everyone gaped at the scene. How the companion theorized the trees on each side of the house wouldn’t allow the presence of the house. How the self theorized that the family would mourn the death not of the white man but the possible better future. How the neighbors greened with envy with the arrogant house on the road side. How the distant sea across the house, the road, the accident scene looked tempting, inviting. How life continued after experiencing the first road accident.

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Jona of Backpacking with a Book

Hi there, I’m Jona! I’m in my early 30s and is currently based in Ha Noi, Vietnam.I primarily write poetry and short stories in Cebuano and lengthy travel essays in English. Blogging has become an outlet to think out loud. I live the life I set for myself. I try to live an unapologetic life. For collaborations, projects, and other things, please email me at Find me somewhere else!

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  1. Cedric says:

    “Itineraries can’t be religiously executed; yet we see ourselves more excited to the unincludeds, the unwritten-downs.” I like this line. Plans are always (or at least often) meant to be broken. Haha. Happy new year Jona! I already linked to you. And is it okay if your change the link from my name to Gala Pinoy Redux? 🙂 Thanks!

  2. jonabering says:

    Hi there, Cedric. Thanks. Done.

    Here’s to more walkabouts in 2011!

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