But long gone are my hospital working days and my 11 hours I spent in a God forsaken road trip to reach Vigan, Ilocos Sur. A task which should have taken about 8 hours – still no joke.
Holy hell. Fuck road trips. I would sell the most tedious ones to Satan for raisins.
In an attempt to regain the natural curve of my spine, I decide to take a walk in the Heritage Village near my hotel after checking-in.
This place is like any cobbled street in the world, only ancient. It is so old even the air smells vintage. Have I mentioned it is close to midnight now?
The old structures take on a new appeal at night. The shadows are longer. The quiet magnified. I half-expect to bump into Heneral Luna at a corner, or if I am luckier, maybe find the entrance to The Cemetery of Forgotten Books.
Such mystery in these walls. History everywhere shrouded by the dark. Who knows what these things have seen?
But at this dead hour of night, I don’t really want to know.