Immersion (plus pics)
How long has it been? Dang.
Well, A LOT has happened over the past week...the Immersion, making up for the things I missed because of the Immersion, Walk the Line, giving out of cards. It's a whole mess. If I dwell on everything, this would be a very lengthy post. So I'll do separate posts for everything.
I really wanted to talk about the Immersion ever since I got back, and I could have last Monday when I didn't go to school...but I was tired, had a slight fever, major sunburn, and a cold (and in the next few days, a nasty cough developed. Boo.). Add to that I was lazy the rest of the week, and when I wasn't, my brother was hogging the computer, so I just became even lazier.
So...Immersion... It's kind of hard to tell the whole story...I've been doing that for the past week...so I'll just show some pics (I have few pictures of the participants, and no pics of the activities we did...my camera sucks so most of the time I don't bother with taking pictures):
Just starting with our "short" hike. Who knew it would last five hours? Duh, no one. We didn't even know where we were going or if we were almost there. If we'd ask the Aetas who helped us with our things, they'd say "Mga 15 minutes." Shit. Ang 15 minutes ba sa inyo, dalawang oras sa totoong buhay? O baka mabilis lang talaga sila maglakad. We had water breaks every twenty or thirty minutes.
It's a nice little village. We thought the houses were about a mile apart each from each other. Turns out that wasn't true. And turns out what we had hoped about having a partner with each family also wasn't true.
The house I stayed in. I only slept there for a night. The other two nights I slept in Patrice Sibug's house. My house rocked though...it's bigger than the others. Although Aura's house was the best. They even had a receiving/living room area which was so cool. And her family even made a "porto-potty":
I wizzed there a couple of times. Other times sa talahiban. "Number two" sa talahib din. Haha.
We rode a kariton going back, and while we were riding the thing, I realized how fucking long (both time and distance) we walked the last time. Sitting was, in the words of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, "pleasure spiked with pain." A rope was in the middle of my butt crack. Yey.
More stories next time.