I don’t know what had gone over him but he texted me at 2AM telling me to wake up early coz we’re going to Dumarao or Dumalag in Capiz. Of course, I was already asleep. I woke up at almost 9AM, saw his text, called him, and sprinted to the bathroom. Haha… Excited much.

I transferred stuff from my Cose bag to my new Harajuko Lovers bag, and ended up forgetting my bottle of alcohol (a must-have!), and tissues. I was thinking that we’ll probably be bathing so I brought shorts, and forgot my shirt. ;( It was 10 by the time we got out of the house. It took nearly an hour and a half for us to get on board a bus and another hour for the travel. By the time we arrived in Dumarao, it was pouring hard. We ate our lunch in the market, then rode a tricycle going to Dumalag. Our intention — the Suhot Cold Spring. It wasn’t really much. You’re meant to bring your own food or else — choose from a varieties of junk food from the sari-sari stores. *sigh* It needs something more. Some rice maybe? Haha. I will probably go back another time when it’s not raining, when the ground’s not all icky.