I won’t go into the details anymore.
I think the following fragments best describe the Bicol getaway last weekend:
A butt-wrenching, eleven-hour bus ride. Brutally cold van. Driven with “Manong Schumacher”. Tocino and Eggs. Whale Shark Interaction. Seven sightings. River boating and fireflies. Walk, walk, and walk. Motocross Trike ride. Big dinner. Motocross Trike ride again. Straight to bed. Funny breakfast. Getting to know one day after being together. Two centuries-old churches. One volcano. A hot summer day. Haggling and shopping. Spelunking in a cave with a dance floor. Majestic Mayon sheds its shyness. Going home. 11 friends richer.