A repository of social and political commentaries, literary attempts in Ilokano and English. This includes notes on daily occurrences and quotations and sayings. "Abel" is the IIokano term for tapestry or woven cloth. The term tried to capture the contents of the blog.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Miercoles Santo. Flagged the Ilocos-bound bus at the Cabatuan junction. A few vacant seats at the back of the bus. My laptop, a small bag full of books and canned drinks and cookies, a big bag full of clothes in below the seat. Finally, the bus was full of passengers, some sitting on the aisle. The bus winded its way on mostly good road in the north country, mostly in Cagayan where economic development seems to be at standstill. It was past five in the afternoon, when we arrived at the bus' Laoag terminal, where there were a lot of passengers were waiting for a ride or two for their hometowns.
The plan was to get to Laoag this day, and take the same transit to Claveria on Biernes Santo. One of the drivers told me, there would be no trip on Friday. The operation will resume on Saturday, he said. The blogger will find a way to get to Claveria Friday or very early on Saturday.
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