Its been a great two weeks. My last week in
Miag-
ao, my home for the past 30 months, went as well as one could ever have hoped. I had to beat my own
melancholy off at times,
sometimes it was difficult. Yet I tried to refuse to let the thoughts of leaving have a negative impact on my few remaining days. I was able to say as many good-byes as I could have hoped, and left with great closure. The last 2 days were
relatively intense. Starting with the planning of my going away party (I'm sorry for lack of pictures, my camera was getting repaired throughout this whole week, however videos are coming soon). With lots of help from my friends and family I was able to throw an amazing party that consisted of one roasted pig (thank you Rotary Club of
Miagao!), another 100 kilo pig that was slaughtered and prepared into seven
separate local dishes, and lots of snacks, deserts, soda, and of course rum and brandy for all. My best estimate is nearly 300 people were in attendance throughout the day, it started at lunch time, carried through till dinner and lasted till two in the morning. A fantastic day. A fantastic way to say goodbyes.
The next day was focused on cleaning, final packing, and watching
Mayweather destroy Hatton, much to
Tintin's discontent. Yet that night, as we were preparing to hit the hay for my final night in
Miagao I had a number of good friends stop by my house to say some more final goodbyes and give me some parting presents. It was all very touching, and as I've said time and time again, how lucky I am to have been assigned there.
Getting on my bike and leaving
Miagao proved to be an emotional
battle for me. My final goodbyes to the little kids of my host family and
neighbors were the straws that broke the camels back. I caught myself breaking down, with tears growing in my eyes, each time. This happened again as I passed my work and left town, riding into the sunrise. What a great few years it had been!
Today I'm sitting in the first of many new locations,
Bagio City. We
arrived yesterday morning from Manila. We had left this morning to bike to the Eco-haven,
Sagada. I was, and am,
extremely excited to visit there. Many of good friends have come back with nothing but high praise for the place and now it is my turn. However this morning, after leaving
Bagio early on our bikes and covering around 20 kilometers, my rear spoke on the sprocket side of my wheel broke. For the non-bikers out there, that is basically the only thing that can occur on the road that
cannot be fixed on the spot (unless you happen to carry the big/heavy tools needed, which I don't). The next bike shop was 120 kilometers, so I had little choice but to return to
Bagio for the repairs. Tomorrow early
Tintin and I will set off for "take II" with our fingers crossed for a bit better luck.
In this area of the Philippines it is actually cold. At least by my standards, getting down to 15C, which is around 55 F (I think). I know you
Midwesterners out there are laughing at this, but after never feeling anything colder than 70 the past two years it was a shock at first. I have grown to rather enjoy it over the past 2 days. It is nice to wear a sweater and not sweat. It is nice to walk a kilometer and not sweat. I realized I have missed the briskness. Now I have to soak it up over the next 7 days, because by Christmas day I'll be in Borneo, on the
equator, sweating my ass off. Literally.
Keep your eyes open for our videos. We have a few ready now but need to wait for higher speed i
nternet to upload them.