Wednesday, May 27, 2009

On the way to Canibad

It's only now, more than a week after the accident, that I've really taken the time to go through my photos in my cellphone. Maybe it was the trauma of the event, or maybe I was just busy (which I really was), but the whole thing slipped my mind.

Accident notwithstanding, the view on the way to Canibad was lovely. It's the first time I've seen the eastern coast of Samal, though I never actually managed to go down there. The reasons you already know.

I count this about half an hour before I tore my palm and twisted my bike. Boo hoo.

These are the guys I was with, the guys who helped me up and waited with me for the ambulance. Normally, I'm a solo biker; I'm happy I had friends on this trip.

This cabana stands at the fork of the road from Penaplata to Canibad. Not really sure who built it, but a group of locals seems to have claimed it for their own, even cooking by the side. They were quite friendly, though, and even chatted up a bit.

Heh. The next set of pictures ain't gonna be pretty.

1 comment:

  1. Hmmm.... Philip Jose Farmer book for respite from biking. :)