Last Friday, I went to a trip to my mother's hometown with a couple of my friends. I've made this trip countless of times before, each visit accompanied varying levels of discomfort. I didn't really like sleeping on the floor because the wood flooring gets cold at night and it makes my asthma act up, not to mention the wide variety of bugs that would love to torment my already uncomfortable stay.
Three of us (Jacqui, Dandan and I) met up at campus, and we were fetched by my dad. We were to fetch another friend of mine (Ma. Kenith) further ahead on the road and then we were on a good start.....that is, until some of them got seasick. Not to sound like a complete sadist but it was really amusing to see people like that, in a friendly "haha ur so gross" kind of way.
Not gonna elaborate on it more, it wasn't really that special. We had dinner in the dark thanks to rotating blackouts in the countryside, and we cooked our own food for breakfast. On the trip home, thankfully no one was feeling seasick despite riding the bus. Having to see large-scale mining in the area was really depressing. I honestly feel like the natives of the land who have sold mining rights to these big foreign companies have betrayed the land that stand on. Every time I visit my grandmother, and I see the mountains shrink in size as they continue to carve the earth and rip it off to ship it to god-knows-where, I get this sense of depression...and I fear in the future, I'd just become so desensitized to it. My hatred for anything that messes with the universal natural should prevent that from happening.
I wish our stay was longer, but I'm still glad we went there.
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