The tourist assistance told me the tricycle fare was P180 each way plus P100 – P150 extra if I would have some short-distance detours.
My husband was probably thinking at this moment that I was in the comforts of our hotel room. He had absolutely no idea that I was about to do a Guimaras tricycle tour adventure.
After a few minutes, I felt some discomfort riding in the tricycle. I was in denial. I told myself this is fun and it’s just going to be a short ride.
After running for more than 10 minutes, we reached the highway and we were running as fast as we could but we were still slower than the other vehicles. It didn’t dawn on me that we would be passing thru a main highway. For some reason, I thought we would only be passing thru narrow streets.
I got nervous when a big truck overtook us and two Ford Rangers whizzed by. After 4 motorcycles overtook us, I got scared. The tricycle sounded like it was about to disintegrate. Oh my I could die here. I regretted my decision to rent a tricycle. I should have rented a van or a car instead. I decided that as soon as we reach the Jordan capitol, I would ditch the tricycle. I would rent a bigger vehicle instead.
When we reached the smallest plaza I asked him who that statue was, he answered with garbled words.
I didn’t understand what he said. Fernando was quick to answer ‘Magsaysay”. Naku the more I felt guilty letting the tricycle driver go, he’s a person with disability pala.
Our next stop was at the capitol. A photo with the big Guimaras sign was enough proof that I was here. Whoa super init.
I didn’t have the heart to let go of the tricycle. Parang naawa naman ako.
I got stuck with him. I just prayed that I reach my destination and back safely.
