The Last Frontier

Why this road has been left unpaved for so long is a mystery to all. Mind you, most of it is on the Hinoba-an side of the border. The seascape and mountain sceneries are fantastic but the ride was so horrendous that I was able to take only one reasonable picture while holding on for dear life. We were able to manage front row seats beside the driver and the experience was like riding a mechanical bull, going through ruts and potholes that would have swallowed whole a normal car. The fact that we were on a giant rattle trap did not help. Current efforts at concreting the road became more evident as we got closer to the town proper but these were only half the lanes and still too fresh therefore still unusable. Complete disregard has been given to the remaining unpaved road which made it all the worse. It was with more than a sigh of relief that we entered the bus terminal at last and not a minute later.

A short tricycle ride brought us to the home of my mother-in-law and we must have looked a sight as she could not suppress her laughter upon seeing us but was very apologetic for being the cause of our travails. We had endless glasses of cold water to clear the dust from our throats but it took several showers before I felt properly cleansed and fit. It took two days for me to recover any sense of feel in my rear and for the pain from the bumps and bruises to go away. We did not venture far from the house for the rest of our stay except to go for a swim in Happy Valley and to visit with some family of the wife. Being one of our regular vacation spots, I have written several other entries about Hinoba-an so I will skip further narative on the place.

Approaching Hinoba-an

Hinoba-an, Philippines