If I haven't written anything the past few days, it's because I'm back in Dumaguete. Friday, I was in transit from Davao to Cebu, and Saturday from Cebu to Dumaguete.
And Sunday? Well, Dumaguete welcomed me back with open arms and a scheduled eight-hour citywide power failure. I feel so...at home.
To put all that behind me, today I went up to Valencia via my old biking paths. I made it within my usual time with not much difficulty. The good news is that I haven't really gotten worse; the bad news is that I haven't gotten much better, either.
Still it was good to be back in the saddle again. I went through Daro, Camanjac, and Pulantubig. A lot of road-cementing going on, so some of the old trails have disappeared. All this ostensibly in time for elections.
I passed by the old riverbed in Valencia, and saw the usual sights. Nostalgia crept up on me. I hadn't been on this path since June of last year. Just to round out the experience, I passed by a carabao cart on the way up.
And as I was going up, who should I meet along the way but my old biking buddies Alex and Kevin. We stopped for coffee at our suking tindahan, now in a new location.
It's good to be back.