What was a sunny afternoon across the open sea turned out to be a scary trip. Despite this, I arrived in one piece.

Call it madness, call it a masochist’s trip but, after much ruminations, I finally made it…

If I’ve stuck to my original schedule of going on a Friday, I would not have come into problems.

The habal-habal sped off down the slope in Damay, Impasug-ong, Bukidnon as I sat just behind the rambunctious driver…