Arrived in school. 5:00am.
Left school. 6:00am.
STOPOVER! :D
Bored. Bus ride: 3 hours.
Finally, we arrived at calatagan, batangas.
We rode a jeepney. After, we had to walk for a couple of meters. The path was not paved and there were twigs and rocks everywhere. The grass was not cut. I'm pretty sure that there are snakes lurking around. It was a great experience to be up close to a cow and a goat. *Laughs*
Life is hard in the province. There are no cars. There's no refrigerator. You have to pump a well for water and the pump is rusty. We had to cook so we started fire with dried wood that we found around the house. No matter how hard their life is, people are still accomodating. They tried their best to make us feel comfortable. After all, we're city girls and we don't actually experience these things everyday. In the city, things are handed on a silver platter. Everything is high-tech. In the province, they don't even have landline phones or cellphones. Just imagine how they contact their families in manila, by letters sent by post (which would probably arrive in a week).
We played with the kids there. My family for the day was ate Zoila and Lorenz. Lorenz had a broken wrist from falling off a tree. I expected to see him in a cast. To my surprise, his wrist was bandaged with used cloth and there were leaves stuck in it.
I asked him, "Para saan yung dahon? (the leaves, what are they for?)"
He replied, "Gamot po. (It's medicine.)"
I can just imagine how a broken wrist must have hurt (I've dislocated my ankle before). With no medicine and proper cast, he can't heal properly and it would be hard to go to school and write with a broken wrist.
I had always thought that my life was hard. I had to live up to the expectations of my family. I had to do great in school to make them proud. But whatever I ask for will be given to me. I travel. I have a DSLR. I have a computer. I have a tv, a maid, designer clothes, shoes, bags. When I ask for money, my parents will give it to me. I have everything I want and need.
Seeing the provincial life. Seeing those people, in that community. I am quite sure that they don't have much. They just have a small room enought to fit two people but a family of ten is sleeping there. They don't have a couch. All furnitures are made by scrap wood from trees. THEIR LIFE IS HARD and my life? My life is easy.