Curtaining a client meeting after midnight, I hopped on my car and drove with a pounding head. On the way home I met an accident. My car (AA) was severely damaged, kaput requiring a 3-month repair in casa, while I had some minor injuries entailing a-week hospital care.
AA being away for long meant no personal service to work once I’m out from the hospital. I had to find ways so I started guesstimating my travel expenses per diem. Grab and Uber are too expensive without promo codes. No buses pass by my worksite and I had horrifying encounter riding jeepneys and habal-habal alone. Left with the only practical choice, I decided to be a pedestrian.
I laughed. I remembered soliloquizing of having a tone physique. I didn’t know serendipity has its queer way of effectuating a seemingly rhetorical statement.
With a backpack, I trekked the streets of Cebu: from apartment to church for daily service (0.6km); church to worksite (1.4km); worksite to sports complex for belly dance (3.4km); sports complex to apartment (2.5km) and repeat for the next 3 months. I’d be lucky if Mo would offer to pick me up. Nevertheless, I was surprisingly enjoying my pedestrian experience.
Who am I now?
Today, Ian the Pedestrian limns a multifaceted image – an epicure, a warrior, a cosmopolite, a romantic lover, a meander, a pilgrim and an avid traveler.
I am Ian The Pedestrian – a native Cebuana and a Pilgrim of this world. Welcome to my beautiful adventure!