Sagada Trip Sidelights

The bus trip to Sagada was long and tiring. As uncomfortable as it already were, there's this baby who kept on crying all through out the trip. At first it was cute as the mother would do some baby talk while nursing the baby via feeding bottle. Then, with impeccable timing, just as my astral self was about to set foot in the boarderlands of the Dreaming (complete with myoclonic twitches), the baby's helpless sob would do a sure steady crescendo until it reached a shrill, deafening aria (in that particular order and I would not have minded if it was actually as beautiful as most arias). It was bearable at 1am when my mind was still on its usual rounds, aimlessly wondering off with the trees along the side of the road while I stare blankly out the window. But by 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 5:30 . . . 6 . . . 7am?! What the flying F*CK is WRONG?! More irritating was that the mother was obviously getting terribly impatient and was mumbling stuff like: "Arnnggg-nu bkkkkkkrrraaaa!!! KadedeDE mO Laaarrrnnnnggg!" The first line being: ano ba?! delivered with fury. I knew my tired but conscious mind could not have made me think of hearing stuff that did not really happen, so I knew I heard a gurgle in between sobs which only meant that Little Nicky (or Nicky for the purpose of this post) already had too much liquid in his mouth than he could possibly hold and swallow.

My two cents go:

To Nicky's mom: Ever heard of responsibility? Ever been patient even if it's just for show? Ever thought of not leaving the comforts of your urban home until the time your kid would have grown old enough not to be a pain in your and everyone else's ass when you travel?

To Nicky's dad: What the hell were you doing snoring all through out the journey, you LAZY F*CK?!

As a consequence, people within a 5 meter radius to from Nicky had no choice but to toss on their seats and groan in unison whenever signs of a sad sob seem to be in the works. The bus was about 10 meters long and the couple with Nicky were occupying the middle seat, right accross mine, actually.

As we got down the bus at Banawe, I told a companion: "I think we all just had our crash course to parenting our very own baby town cryer, and I swear I wouldn't want to have the FULL exerience soon."

posted by Fritz @ 6:02 AM