Cureless - blog, works and personal site of Yoru

Our week-long "trip" to Bicol was fantastic. We went there on a "mission", to install computers and instruct soldiers on how to use a particular system we developed. Knowing our organization, I was expecting the trip to cater least to our conveniences. My expectations failed me, miserably because we were almost always enjoying every minute of our stay there. Everyday was like a feast. And you may ask how was that so?

Well, we didn't know our boss' family owns a nice, native-themed restaurant. So, instead of availing the transient facilities of the organization, we stayed there. Imagine having a restaurant for our home? Their menu owns your mother's cooking. I mean, their delectable selection of dishes would almost make you want to stay there for the rest of your life. Fluffy and I, as well as our other officer were totally owned.

My grateful thanks goes to our boss whose work class never interfered with his hospitality. He showed us around Naga City and the recently famed Cam Sur Water Sports Complex (CWC). We were really eager to see how the wakeboarding thing goes. Too bad, we didn't have shorts. Although the wakeboarding rates and equipment rental were incredibly low, the little shop inside CWC sells imported brand of apparels that we definitely can't afford. Our bosses opted for the massaging service done in the open-spaced huts. In the end, we just contented ourselves with taking the pictures and watching the sceneries. But they're just probably as wonderful as the other activities. The photos we've taken tell it all.

Mount Isarog, as seen from CWC.

Beneath the delightfully colored skies is the fresh-water (man-made?) lake wake boarding track.

Trying the massage cabanas look so refreshing.

Fluffy took this photo of me.

There's Fluffy waiting for the next wakeboarder to pass by.

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Well, thanks mostly to the power interruption that lasted for 2 days. I was able to go back home and visit the grannies. Fluffy was feeling pleasantly at home except for that particular evening when Papa (my grandpa) brought out the issue of marriage. *shriek* The significant other understands what the folks are insinuating but my immature and narrow-minded self can't accept what they want. The truth is it boils my brains, especially when they express mistrust on my relationship. And more when they can't accept simple explanations like "we can't afford a family, soon at the very least." I felt like a parent explaining to a child how he can't have that expensive toy. *sigh* Oh well, at least, I know they care about me and don't want me to be hurt in the future.