We just had one exam, and it ended at 8:30 am. Seeing as there is nothing to do really, we planned to head home early, until Aeson suggested that we go somewhere far and just chill. Then Anika and Cleo immediately agreed because they wanted to stay somewhere and talk. We all thought it was a great idea because, our class doesn't bond anymore. In first year, we used to go together in a large group somewhere and spend half of the day in that place, mostly just talking, having fun and what not. I miss those times, and I'm glad we went today.
Don Salvador is a 1 hour and 20 minute commute away from Bacolod, I had no idea why we chose to go to that place specifically, it had something to do with the day being really hot, and seeing as Don Salvador was the "Baguio" of Negros Occidental we all went for it.
There were a lot of instances that almost stopped our trip from happening. We didn't know exactly where to go, what to ride, how much money we should spend. It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, we were even in our school uniforms, but we were all excited and we didn't make any other thing stop us from getting to our destination.
The ride took really long because of the waiting, but it was not boring at all because me and my friends started singing, loudly if I must say, old songs like from the Carpenters, etc. basically in that genre. The people around us didn't mind, some of them were even smiling. I tell you, people are really nice, if it was me, I would have been annoyed by these loud students disturbing the peace of the other passengers.
When we arrived, we wanted to trek the cliff side. We took pictures, we walked, trekked rather, we laughed, danced, basically whatever it is you do in an adventure. When we got hungry, we looked for a store that could sell us lunch, but we couldn't find one. So we kept on looking and looking. Up we go, it was reaaally tiring, but we finally found one.
It was a common sari-sari store or tiangge in our dialect that sells chips and soft drinks. When we saw that they were selling canned goods, we asked the lady if they were also selling rice, adn she was just glad to cook for us. We were so happy that we could finally get to eat. However, we knew that it would take a while for her to cook so we decided to continue trekking, and just come back when the food was already cooked.
We were a good few meters higher away when it started to trickle drops of water. We were stuck between the decision of running back to the tiangge(it was really far, and it was scary to run on a downhill road) or running into higher ground with big leaves to shade us. We decided the shade was closer, we were stuck there for more than five minutes when we decided if we could hitch a ride. It rained harder, and the shade couldn't hold much of the water anymore, it was getting into the leaves and it was not long before we were getting wet. Sadly, none of the drivers probably thought we were serious when we were waving towards them, or just none of them was nice enough to ever let strangers ride in their cars. It was kind of disappointing to us anyway, because of the realization that there are no more kind people in the world, wala na talagang Good Samaritan. Of course, I understand, we probably looked like a gang, with a modus operandi or whatever, but we were seriously wet, and the road was very dangerous.
I started running downhill, towards the tiangge, we were already wet anyway so I thought, what the heck. And soon they all followed. It rained harder, so covering my head with my bag was pointless. Marc and Aeson ran ahead of us. Me and Cleo took of our shoes and ran also, and then Alyanna, Anika and Rhaizza tried to fit themselves in one umbrella, and failed.
As soon as we reached the tiangge, we were all soaking wet, and there were other locals who were also there looking for a shade from the rain. Imagine our shock when the woman who owns the tiangge invited us in to have lunch inside her house. Of course, Filipino perceptions about towns are not usually appealing. Towns are said to be places where "aswangs" live and hide. Unwritten rules in travelling to towns include not being too trusting of the locals.
But we had no choice, it was raining really hard, and it seemed offensive to decline their harmless offer. Once we got inside the house, my apprehensions were all gone. The owners of the house seemed like a very nice couple with wonderful children, whom I knew through their certificates and pictures hung on the walls of their tiny home.
"May Natitira Pa nga bang Good Samaritan sa Mundo?"
Definitely. This couple invited into their home seven strangers, and despite the fact that they were soaking wet and presented so many hassles to the husband and wife, they still fed them.
I feel bad that I hesitated about coming in inside their house, they had no other intention but to keep us safe from the rain and make us comfortable, and here I was judging them of being "aswangs."
I was glad that I met people like them, I thought this sort of thing only happens in movies, and those movies usually end up as an urban legend or a serial killer story. Little do they know, that people in towns who live in small houses should never be judged immediately. Based on my experience, they are a lot nicer than those people who drive fancy cars.
photos by: Aeson Baldevia