“So, I pretended I was a good audience and just eyed them amusingly for a charming and wiggly performance. Clapping is clearly an overkill for the sane.”
To claim that my past few months have been busy is a blatant understatement. It feels banal to say that I was tired and frazzled. Because, who isn’t? There was a hefty load of tasks to accomplish and ticking boxes didn’t seem too gratifying as it barely took a sizable portion off my plate.
Stares incredulously at the sight of the plate. Sighs.
No, this is not a rant. Truth be told, I find bliss in making the most out of my time and can be absurdly immersed in the process. But my body longs for the rural idyll. That smell of green leaves at the break of dawn and the accompanying cacophony of nature. Tolerating the irony of silencing my mind with its calming loudness.
And so I yield.
Though, to be honest it took a best friend’s birthday to pull me out of hustling mode. So, here we are. My first out of town trip for this year.
Bolinao Falls, Pangasinan
I’ve been out of nature’s sight for more than a month. So, imagine a junkie, grabbing on to his nearest stash and worshiping it like it’s his most precious and last batch available. There’s that momentary high and kick, but upon his first hint of lucidity, he’ll realize that the experience was far too ordinary for his taste.
Huh, a junkie with a standard! Eat that!
On a more serious note, that’s an awful analogy. And I have no “substance” experience to spice it up. But you do get my point? The falls was beautiful. But the awe was short-lived and dare I say “contestable” hence the use of such analogy.
What I lived for at that time was this group of tireless kids jumping off repeatedly from top of the falls and the little diving spots of freshwater surrounding it. Daredevils with impressive bravado only a kid could muster. Ahh, you should have seen that burning jealousy in my eyes. Those little bastards unearthing my fear of deep water.
But that’s another story.
Mandatory photos taken, my morning went by tiptoeing and sitting on mossy stones by the water banks. Deliberately eyeing a swarm of mosquito larvae by the stagnant and lonely part of the river. You see, they danced carelessly and animatedly against a backdrop of boring and lackluster water. That’s charity right there. So, I pretended I was a good audience and just eyed them amusingly for a charming and wiggly performance. Clapping is clearly an overkill for the sane.
We heard a splash.
Finally, those girls from our tour group jumped off the falls. Courage apparently equates to an hour of nerve. Salute.
Can we go now?
2 thoughts on “Traipsing on Mossy Stones of Bolinao Falls, Pangasinan”
Hahahha. Thanks boy!