It was a fun day in Cebu.
We just had the island experience of Sumilon and we were waiting for a bus going back to Oslob bus terminal. It was getting dark and waiting for a bus was taking too long.
After an hour of waiting, a bus finally came.
Inside the bus, it was then that we realize that even if we reach Oslob’s bus terminal, there would be no bus waiting for us over there because the last trip going back to Kawasan already left before the dusk.
Damn it. “Where are we going to sleep tonight?” I asked my friend that was sitting next to me. “We will find out.” She said. I flashed her a motivated look because, well, I honestly like that answer more than “I don’t know”. Anyway, the locals inside the bus were very friendly and were giving us advices on where to spend the night. Some of them suggested for us to go back to Oslob. And there was one lady who mentioned “Dumaguete”, which was a one boat ride away.
We only have the whole Southern Cebu in our itinerary and Dumaguete wouldn’t hurt that much, we thought. So the bus dropped us somewhere I couldn’t remember. But I knew it was the port where boats going to Dumaguete are located.
The 7 of us sat there. It was dark and I was looking at the lights from the other island which I believed was Dumaguete. We were debating whether to spend the night in Dumaguete or just find the nearest hostel and settle there. But we have Canyoneering the next morning at 6:00 AM so it took us 60 minutes to decide. 60 freaking minutes.
We ended up not taking the boat to the next island so we texted someone from Kawasan if it’s okay for him/them to pick us up and thankfully, they agreed! Good people please bless them.
And what a night. Almost there, Dumaguete.
We waited for more than an hour before they arrived. I did not expect a pick up truck, you know. But it felt nice because we felt saved. We were saved.
So while on the road at the back of the pick up truck, my friends were all talking about square meters and constellations and all. Because we were all looking up at the night skies.
And that’s what I like, the night skies outside the city is always different.
It was a fun and meaningful long drive. It was also cold, yes, but the skies were full of bright shining stars. I remember I was just wearing a light jacket. Brrr! I also went on a light sleep too during the 2 hour ride going back to Badian and that was when I realized something:
We got lost… it’s not part of the plan. But it was almost something and I was wondering what will happen if majority of us would agree to change the whole itinerary? Would it be the same me if I spent the night at Dumaguete?
That I don’t know. But I want to know.
Sometimes life closes doors because it’s time to move forward whether you like it or not. And the best thing to do is keep on going. To say yes again, love again, dream again.
I’ve been always craving for spontaneous adventures. Every freaking time. There are times where you will be disappointed to a lot of things like friends because they always back out in the last minute to the trips that you’ve been waiting.
Maybe, some trips are not meant to be perfectly organized. Other trips are not meant to happen. There might be times we need to go with the flow and this might be the right time to choose the wrong road and get stuck somewhere. Right now, it’s probably okay to feel lost and get lost. To find what? Adventures, people, love. And most importantly, to discover yourself.
So the next time that someone will ask me “where are you going next?” I will not answer a specific place. But rather, I will answer them “I’ll find out.”