Saturday night, I was hoping to get some sleep that night but as always, I didn't. Time passed by so fast, I didn't realize it's 6 am already. A little bit of editing my pictures and such and I didn't realize it's 9 am already. Damn! I was supposed to buy a tripod bag at 10 am. Finally got it though. There's still some time for whatever before the group walk. I was looking for a cheap motel but spending time looking for that motel, and ending up going to a farther but familiar one. Good thing I didn't check in. It was already 2:30 pm! C'mon! Can't a guy catch a little break here?
Groggy, cranky, and haggard, I went straight to meet the group. I planned on just lurking around and see what they're up to. But I figured, I might as well introduce myself. Yeah, I looked awkward. A big SLR backpack, a big bazooka tripod bag, obviously drooping eyes, and worst of all, messed up hair! I made a couple of excuses comprised of what honestly happens to me a lot... only this time, it's not true: I just came from a session of night photography... yeah right... good thing they didn't ask to see pictures of it. I got nothing to show.
Me and the boys including the one with his head chopped off.
I would never be able to do this in an uptight country. Yeah, he's crazy.
It's too bad I was still a bit shy, even after a few hours. I saw many scenes I'd like to get back to. But this day, I took crappy shots. But one thing I've learned from all my personal walks is, "There's always a 'next time'"