Travelling from one region to another is part of my growing up. When we transferred residence to the northern part of Mindanao, we’d travel back to my parent’s hometown twice or thrice in a year. When my parents still had that low income, we did the cutting trip to save. Until I guess they recovered so we ride in an air-conditioned bus. Until I got married and had two kids, our expenses got doubled each year with our bus travels. Until two years ago, my parents acquired a van. It’s big enough to accommodate us all. Since then our traveling life became more comfortable. We can stop to rest and dine anytime. We can bring as many stuff as we want.
But there are things I miss in long commute with big bus. It just brought to my memory again when it’s a big bus that took me back to the city from our hometown. It feels like flying. When you sit at the window side and you look down below, you’d feel like being at the top of all. When you see strangers…old people, teenagers, foreigners, professionals. It gave me a glimpse on the diversity of humanity. Or even the bus drivers and conductors. I always wonder how it would be without them. Who will take all those passengers to their family to celebrate every occasion?
The most unforgettable experience I had though in riding the big bus though was when I left my paper dolls. My mother insisted that I keep them but I was too stubborn so I continued to play anyway. Until I tied it at the handle bars so I can take a nap. But it slipped from my head when suddenly my mother grabbed me because we already arrived at our destination. It broke my young heart. Haha!
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