By this time, I should already be in Mariveles in Bataan, with about 10 more mountaineers, about to climb Tarak Ridge.
But at around 6pm last night, found out I couldn't go. I have to come in today for work. I was initially disappointed at first since I was really prepared for this climb. But it's really okay, there's always next time. Work is work. And I love my work.
A few hours later, I found out that Malic won't be climbing as well for the very same reason. WORK.
After working late for a make-over shoot in Greenbelt last night, I met up with Gea and Aina (roomie) in Glorietta for some dinner and drinks. Informed them of the sad news that I'm not climbing. And then Gea says she doesn't think she'll make it either. Technically, she gets off work at 630am but knowing the company that she works for, she'll probably get off a couple of hours after that. And there's no way she'll be able to make it to the Bataan if she gets off that late. In conclusion, Gea's not climbing either.
My 2 favorite climbing buddies (actually, there's 3 of them but Jun is in Boracay) are not climbing. What a treat, eh?
In between bottles of beer, Gea and I were discussing that we didn't want to be stuck in Manila this weekend. I was pleading, "Let's go climb! Let's leave Saturday night! Kahit Pangil lang, or Talamitam or Manabo! I don't want to stay in Manila this weekend."
And then it hit me. So i asked Gea, Wanna go to Galera on Sunday? We can leave manila at 4am, and be in White Beach by 7am. And then let's take the last boat out to Batangas Pier?
So guess what, if tomorrow's weather is as good as the weather today, Malic, Gea and I will be in Puerto Galera. And if it rains, who knows where our feet will take us.
Bunny @ Saturday, September 18, 2004
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for