I started to shiver even before it
started to rain, like I was reacting to a catastrophe that has yet to happen. I
scotched to the center of our boat, to the person closest to me, and slowly
wore my life vest, prompted partly by the worsening weather, but mostly to add
more insulation to my trembling insides. Little did I know, things were about
to get worse. A LOT WORSE.
While shredding freshly grilled
fish with out bare hands, and sipping warm Tinola soup on plastic cups, on a
drizzling Monday morning along the shores of Subic beach, we were faced by a
crucial dilemma – HOW TO GO TO BIRI.
