Every summer my father, his siblings, and my cousins would bring us kids to the mountains where they grew up. I always looked forward to this event every summer. The terrain was rugged then and it was a hoot hear my aunts call out to Jesus whenever the jeepney we rented would tilt.
We always stayed at my lola's sibling's place. There was always a feast. And liters of coconut juice. And storytelling which was always the best part.
The last time I went to the mountains was a decade ago as a teenager. I remember it was raining then and so it was yesterday when we went.
I have posted below some pics that I took.
He was around seven years old and completely drenched.
I'll upload other pictures that I took in the next few weeks (not days!).
Happy weekend everyone!
5 comments:
very very cool experience. i'd love to do it scud. i miss our province.
really nice
sana yun lola ko may place din sa bundok
looks like todo enjoy ka dyan, ah
very exciting! i would love to that. i miss basilan.
Happy New Year! I wish you all the best in the coming year. :)
Great pictures. It seems your lola's place was in quite an isolated spot in those mountains. Does the NPA still have a presence in the area?
dong > it was a cool experience. the rain made the experience better. hehe.
raft3r > ayos yung experience. i will definitely go back. :-)
panaderos > isolated nga sya. i think there are still NPAs but they live deeper in the mountains. i didn't hear any NPA encounter from my relatives.
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