I was biking this morning, making another attempt at the Japanese War Shrine in Valencia. I didn't quite make it because I started out late and by the time I hit Purok Iba, the sun was already scorching hot. So I headed back down, defeated once more.
On the way back, in Claytown, I met this old-fashioned carabao-drawn carriage. I only managed to snap it as it passed me by.