We left Santa Ana Wharf at 3pm, had an early dinner at a resort in Kaputian, took some pictures on the beach, then, as it was beginning to drizzle, we put on our lights and started pedaling into the approaching darkness. One hour later, as we reached Peñaplata, the sky burst but we refused to be cowed by its anger. Afraid we would be left behind by the barge, we raced to Babak, the wind whipping us as we careened up and down the hills at breakneck speed. Feelings and thoughts enveloped me and I found myself crying with the rain. We had some accidents, too. But no details
nalang. It's hard to put everything that happened that night in writing.
Basta. Lamiiii kaayo. To feel so free and powerful! On the way home, my lights died out on me and with some trepidation, I arrived butt aching and hair all sticky just as the clock struck 12. No kidding. I felt like Cinderella on a mountainbike.
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We left Santa Ana Wharf at 3pm, had an early dinner at a resort in Kaputian, took some pictures on the beach, then, as it was beginning to drizzle, we put on our lights and started pedaling into the approaching darkness. One hour later, as we reached Peñaplata, the sky burst but we refused to be cowed by its anger. Afraid we would be left behind by the barge, we raced to Babak, the wind whipping us as we careened up and down the hills at breakneck speed. Feelings and thoughts enveloped me and I found myself crying with the rain. We had some accidents, too. But no details nalang. It's hard to put everything that happened that night in writing. Basta. Lamiiii kaayo. To feel so free and powerful! On the way home, my lights died out on me and with some trepidation, I arrived butt aching and hair all sticky just as the clock struck 12. No kidding. I felt like Cinderella on a mountainbike. End of Article.
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Maya Davao's very own Cinderella!
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