Day #4
I can't remember exactly, but I believe morning was just packing and early lunch, and then it was all on board and off to Daan Batayan!
The trip was about 5 hours, we had one pit stop. I was with Walter and Boy in the lorry all the while, and Lito was at the back with Wen Jie and then Choon Hiang. We got to witness firsthand police corruption, and i was laughing all the way, because Walter is such a cocomijante (or something - translates joker). i wish i remember half of what Walter taught me, but yeah. Baka is cow. Maybe the Japanese and Filippinos were together once, and that's where we get the phrase "stupid cow". Lol. Lemme rattle off somemore... nindut is nice, lugar is place (spanish charlene?), jagat is ocean, iro is dog, iring is cat, bogo means no brains (and is the name of a town, gasp!) and jollibee is KFC. Kidding.
Anyway that night we split into 2 upon reaching the church (not literally, 2 groups). I was with the unpacking/setting-up. I was half-dead, so although God moved with the group in the other church, i was pretty happy staying back and not letting others see a haggard necky. There's a story about Lynette, i think those of you who read Aaron's blog will know ;)
I was just so tired, not being able to sleep on the truck, that i totally forgot we hadn't eaten... Honestly, when the rest came back, i just wanted to sleep and not care about dinner. But well, dinner is dinner, this night kuya was gracious (and tired) so no debrief. Food was still not too bad, though not as good as previous nights since the girls didn't have much time.
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