kuhala bay

9 am, we were seated on a jeep heading towards binangonan. i knew there was a better ride towards cardona over at shaw boulevard, yet i took a gamble and we took the train all the way to santolan in the hope of finding another fx or van or whatsoever airconditioned upholstered ride. unfortunately, nada. so there we were sucking it all in, the smoke coming from vehicle exhausts and the exhaustion of the rough ride.

when we got to binangonan, we took another jeep heading morong, rizal and alighted at cardona. once there, we rode a tricycle and asked the driver to take us to kuhala bay.

when we arrived everything seemingly went to a halt and all that is left to be remembered is a weekend like no other. the exhaustion from the trip, the accident over the balcony window, the smoke belchers, and the sleepless trip; eveything was all worth it.

there is a point in your life that you would hate to stop from talking about. that weekend is definitely it.

weekend at kuhala bay was such a blast, i cannot think of a more concrete way to measure how it was so great to be so near to your own piece of utopia