Greetings hiver friends.
That day was the day I left my friend's place. She accompanied me to my barangay to visit her friend too. We looked for the motorcycle when the rained stop. It was the afternoon, when we decided to walk until we could find one. It took us too long to find motorcycle that could bring us to town. The only mood of commuting at this place is the habal-habal motorcycle but they were nowhere to be found. They got stuck at the terminal perhaps because of the rain.
We passed through the several barangays already. Crossed the bridges, and there were none. But this place is my friends place, she knows how and where people can ride easily and that was after that long bridge of Makinhas.
It was gloomy and there were few people on the side of the bridge seating. We passed through that bridge as I she told me stories how they crossed the river before when this bridge was not yet there. She pointed that part down that bridge. I said I think I remembered crossing same river when I was little because after crossing this river there was a market that we used to go buying food and it was the nearest 'tabo' or there was a farmers market at that time. It is not like that today because people prefer to go to town. Farmers market is in town and not on this place anymore. She talked about the bridge on why it was built. The story is like a legend to me because it is connected to the gold bars of the Japanese hidden in the mountain at the end of this concreted road. Its a long story that I think I needed to get it search and investigate even. The only truth that I could attest is that this bridge was made by the Japanese funding. It is the Marangog mountain tale that people in my whole town knows and talked about when they talked about the history of this bridge. I may dig deeper on that topic later. Honestly, I have doubts about that gold bar tale.
Let's get back to our walked. After few steps away from thay bridge that was where we rode the motorcycle at last. We could get to the town now faster. We had walked at least an hour with that road.
At the town of Hilongos, we decided to eat first before going in to my barangay where my friend's friend and cousin both live. I am going to introduce you to our towns delicacy. We call it 'Poto Ramble'. It is made of sticky rice with sweetened monggo plus the tsokolate or what we called 'sikwate'.
We locals are used to going on for the puto sikwate snacks sheds which located near the Municipal hall and next to the wet market. We stop to eat here everytime. It becomes our habit not to pass eating here whenever we go to town. Sometimes when we sell our copra and produce at the farmers market.
After eating at the shed, we decided to go to the terminal to my barangay. We rode the tricycle and arrived at my friend's friend house. It was still far from my house and I decided to stay with them. We eat our dinner there and had talked and drinks after. We were so loud there laughing and talking about life. We had sleepover at that house and in the next morning we went to my friend's cousins house.
There they catched up together. I was fascinated to see the works of her cousin's husband. He was then busy working some orders of wood doors. He is a craftsman.
He worked on hardwoods and it looked expensive crafts. He said those he made that day was pending orders. The workshop has just started back again after the typhoon Odette when there were no powerline. We cooked for lunch and ate with lots of talks and laugh. That was a quick visit and we were going separate ways after. I was then went home and my friend and her cousin went to the town.
Thats all for that day.
Hope you are doing good wherever you are.
See you.
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