RC, Mae, Joy and I were so excited for our Zambales trip. We’ve been preparing for it for almost a month. Food, drinks, cameras, tents… they’re all set. All we need is to get there and make the most of our last summer outing for this year.
It was a Saturday morning after work, we first feasted on Mae’s home made spaghetti, got inside RC’s car and were so ready to go. There’s a slight problem though. Looks like it’s going to rain. God, no! Pleaze…Not this time!
I might have dozed off, I didn’t realize we’re already in Pampanga and the worst thing is already happening. It’s raining! I felt so upset especially when Joy told me about the typhoon. And it’s going to our destination too.
I was still hoping that it would stop. To divert our frustrations, we made fun of the “how to get there” instructions that we printed out of the resort’s website where we’re headed. (double click to enlarge na lang, hehe)
We arrived just on time. We hurried at the information counter and demanded for our room keys. The girl was handing us some money instead, the money we sent for our reservations! They’re closing the resort because of the bad weather! WTF!
Not to spoil the fun (more), we decided to check for resorts nearby while I was swearing non-stop and made a promise never to go back to that place again.
We found this resort somewhere in
Brownout. Can’t use the AC and no lights. We were provided candles, nagkaroon na lang kuryente madaling araw na. We thought the waves were not safe enough for swimming so we spent the night eating and playing cards inside our room, and lots of picture taking!
We were up early the next day. Sinulit na lang maligo sa beach.
If not because of the typhoon, we should have been to the famous Anawangin. Nanay Belen shared this tragic story about an incident happened at Anawangin before. Hmmm, maybe I should never think about going to that place anymore.