We - Ferdi, his dad, and I - left for Vigan on the evening of March 23. Luckily I was able to reserve a 9:30 PM schedule for the bus. I was at the bus station at 5:30 PM, and I had to wait for them until about 9:15 PM. No, I wasn't exactly bored, though I got hungry. I was entertained by the comings and goings of other passengers booked for earlier schedules. And there was this guy who kept looking at me. He was cute, though, so it was just okay. I also had Morgan's Run by Colleen McCollough. Kinda boring but there were steamy parts, so I guess it was just okay.
Anyway, there were two guys who sat together on the bus to the back and left of where I sat (aisle). I overheard parts of their conversation and had to conclude that either one, if not both, is gay. Boy A comes from Metropolitan, taking up Nursing. Boy B comes from San Beda (red jacket screaming his school), taking up Managment. So they talked, la-la-la-la, boring-boring-boring. Then I fell asleep. I woke up while the bus was traversing Pangasinan. I remembered them, so I looked sideways. They were holding hands, asleep. Wow. Actually, the San Beda guy was the one holding the Metropolitan guy's hands, the latter sleeping on the former's shoulder. How cute.
Anyway, the Metropolitan guy got off first. I don't exactly remember because I fell asleep again. The San Beda guy got off in La Union. I sure am happy for both. They have all summer for a fuckfest.
Anyway, it was about 6 AM, the following day, when we arrived at the Arc of Vigan. We had to take a tryke to their ancestral home. We got there I think at 6:30 AM, fell asleep at 7, and woke up at 11:30 AM. It was kinda hot, and the sun shone bright. Sakit sa mata.
We went to the plaza and met Carla, her sister (Shirley, who was preganant) and her husband (Ed). Ate and Kuya were booked at Grandpa's Inn, the three of us got back to Ferdi's place after. Actually, i don't recall anything much because, well, nothing momentous happened. I think we also slept early. Everyone was tired.
We went to the beach today, Paraiso ni Don Juan. We were wrong in thinking that no one was there since it was a Good Friday. There were families there. And there were three gorgeous guys to boot. Holy day na holy day, nagkakasala ako. I took some of their pictures though.
I didn't go the water. I just waded near the shore. Why? Because I was embarrassed of my body. Compared to the other guys, pfft. But I got sunburned - with my shirt on. So pathetic. The five of us were there. At around 2 PM, my nose bled because there was a wave that I wasn't aware of, and when I turned, some water went into my nose. Ack. I had to go ashore, and stay there I did.
Ate and Kuya leaved kinda early, so the other two were left to enjoy the waters. I was stuck sitting by the shore. Major bummer. I was so conscious of the two cute guys. I can't wait to develop the film.
We got home quite late because we passed by the plaza again. We ate empanada. At the church, there were two teenagers selling candles who, when I looked at them, said "pasupsop", which I think is their term for a blowjob. Keri. We got home, and I think we slept early because we were so tired. I was there, but I still felt stressed.
I wasn't able to sleep during the Black Saturday dawn. It was like this. Carla and I woke up at about 2 AM, and we went to the bathroom to take a leak, one at a time. Anyway, she got in first. What happened was when she got out, I got scared because she looked like Linda Blair, the famed star in the first Exorcist film. Bokot. Back on the bed, I kept illuminating her face just to check if it would change or something. And she was snoring like hell.
I also texted three friends then, to keep me awake. I probably woke them up. Ha ha ha. At least I got replies though.
Finally, I fell asleep when I changed position - my head was at the foot of the bed.
The three of us didn't do much that day because we were kind of tired. Also, Carla was going back to Manila that night so she had to rest.
Ferdi and I went to the beach today. It's the Mindoro beach, a public resort of some sort. There were a lot of people, but he and I managed to find a good spot. At last I was able to take off my shirt. Kebs sa iba. There weren't a lot of cute guys. Families mostly gathered there. I also got further in the water here. Something about the waters of Mindoro beach? Nah, it's just that I wasn't conscious of how I looked like here. I had a good time in the water, though. Ferdi and I also got to air our grievances about life. We took pictures also. We left early, and went to the plaza because I had to get some stuff for my friends. It was a good day.
On the way to the bus station that evening, we had to ride a very, very, very cramped tryke. It was irritating.
We boarded the bus by 8:15 PM, and was in Manila at around 4:30 AM the following day. There was no gay couple on that bus.Monday. Bus station->Home->Bath->Office->SBC with Roland. So tired.