TAMBUCHO TALE #: 22
DESTINATION: AGORA MARKET, CAGAYAN DE ORO
TRT: 2 GODDAAMN HOURS
Some blog entries really take a year to be completed. Anything infuriating becomes comical over time, right?
With heavy hearts, our party of four took the first ferry to leave Camiguin Island and dashed to Balingonan Port in Misamis Oriental. It was still early but we were in a hurry. We had confirmed to go whitewater rafting and asked to be picked up by noon. But before we can get wet and wild, we had to find a refuge!
Upon arrival in the bus terminal, we were portraits of disbelief that there were no airconditioned bus waiting for us. This transformed into restlessness when the wait stretched longer than we hoped. When about two ordinary buses had pulled in, we exchanged worried looks and practically ran to get on board. Ordinary buses are always on the fast lane, right?
Or so we thought.
Much to my annoyance, the driver loved to take his sweet time by doing quick stops every single opportunity he saw to draw in passengers. I actually fell asleep for roughly twenty minutes and, judging by the road signs along the way, we did not cover much distance. To top it off, I saw an airconditoned bus did an overtake. Thank you for your patience, it says.
Photos by Danna Ah.
I may be unable to understand the vernacular but I noticed that everyone was talking angrily all at the same time. It seemed they were also clamoring for some speed.
The funny thing was (NOW it's funny), the driver still insisted to pick up EVERY potential passenger along the road in spite of what the photos above convey. He was apparently trying to piss us all off!
Needless to say, our bunch arrived in the Agora Market by noon and asked our contact to defer the pick up to 13:00. This tamagochi had to make reservations and, most importantly, appease my hunger. I was too weak to injure the driver. That lucky bastard!