Three things swirled inside my head when I realized I was missing my card holder: 1) this solo travel was a wrong decision, 2) the gods must have been punishing me for getting upset earlier and 3) I was absolutely dumb not to make sure I had everything with me when I alighted the bus or the tricycle – places where it could have slipped out of my pocket.
“You’re 29? You look young!” Avri said upon learning my age, his eyes wide open from disbelief. “Oh thank you!” I replied. “I get that a lot!” and then we laughed.
Despite its vibrant, urban vibe, Baguio City’s mystery still shines through the mist, the cold creeping at sunset and the silent roads and walkways in sloping parts of barangays.