It was a long story.
It started in Bontoc in the middle of the day, the air was dry, the temperature is suffocatingly hot and here I am in my black long sleeves and denim pants squeezed between a nursing mother and Israeli backpacker. Im on my way to Sagada in a jam-packed enclosed jeepney with sober looking locals on my left and a group of Israeli American couples on my right. I can’t stretch my legs because of the sacks of rice, vegetables, and extra large luggages in front of me and with much tough luck I ended up the one with a broken window (it was so hot I wanted to scream). After numerous attempts (and failing) to catch sleep, I gave up and just enjoyed the view outside until we reach our destination.