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I walked all the way home from the train station last night.
What would have simply been a ten-peso jeepney ride became an hour-long four-kilometer walkathon. Given the circumstances last night, it was definitely a better alternative to waiting in line for what would probably have been hours just to get a ride in a jeep then probably another hours of waiting, stuck in traffic because of a major road accident that day.
It wasn't a stroll in the park but it was surprisingly nice.
I was sweaty all over. I was pushing my legs and feet to keep on walking. And all I could think of was that I just wanted to get home. Aside from praying that nobody thinks of raping, holding me up, hitting me with their car or snatching me up in their motorcycle that is. Although I did consider asking for a ride from one of the many motorcycle dudes. In the end, I figured I've made it this far just by walking so might as well finish the marathon. It was my personal achievement for that night.
I wasn't alone. There were probably hundreds of people who also thought they were better off just walking home if they didn't want to spend the night on the road. I remember an old woman and her granddaughter, two guys (one of whom talked to me), and a young couple (the girlfriend was in this really sexy dress) who made it to the end with me.
The biggest obstacle of that night was crossing the bridge over the river. The night was nice with a cool breeze blowing but I couldn't enjoy the view and my legs were like blocks of lead that I was dragging through the side of the bridge. I was half-sobbing and I was thinking 'come on, come on' until finally I made it to the other side. Big sigh of relief.
And yeah, just relief all over when I finally arrived to our front door. I couldn't believe it, like what just happened had all been dream. But it wasn't, and I made it.
What would have simply been a ten-peso jeepney ride became an hour-long four-kilometer walkathon. Given the circumstances last night, it was definitely a better alternative to waiting in line for what would probably have been hours just to get a ride in a jeep then probably another hours of waiting, stuck in traffic because of a major road accident that day.
It wasn't a stroll in the park but it was surprisingly nice.
I was sweaty all over. I was pushing my legs and feet to keep on walking. And all I could think of was that I just wanted to get home. Aside from praying that nobody thinks of raping, holding me up, hitting me with their car or snatching me up in their motorcycle that is. Although I did consider asking for a ride from one of the many motorcycle dudes. In the end, I figured I've made it this far just by walking so might as well finish the marathon. It was my personal achievement for that night.
I wasn't alone. There were probably hundreds of people who also thought they were better off just walking home if they didn't want to spend the night on the road. I remember an old woman and her granddaughter, two guys (one of whom talked to me), and a young couple (the girlfriend was in this really sexy dress) who made it to the end with me.
The biggest obstacle of that night was crossing the bridge over the river. The night was nice with a cool breeze blowing but I couldn't enjoy the view and my legs were like blocks of lead that I was dragging through the side of the bridge. I was half-sobbing and I was thinking 'come on, come on' until finally I made it to the other side. Big sigh of relief.
And yeah, just relief all over when I finally arrived to our front door. I couldn't believe it, like what just happened had all been dream. But it wasn't, and I made it.