Salamat sa nag-imbento sa bisikleta.
Kung si Gian Gacomo Caprotti nga ba noong 1534 na estudyante ni Leonardo da Vinci, o si Baron Karl von Drais noong 1817 na isang Duke mula Alemanya, o si Dennis Johnson na tiga London noong 1818, o ang panday ng Scotland na si Kirkpatrick Macmillan na noong 1839 ay lumikha sa unang de-pedal na bisikleta.
Sila na ang magdesisyon kung sino sa kanila ang tunay na siga.
Ang mahalaga sa akin ay may pantunaw ako sa mga nakakain at naiinom nang sobra, may pambasag sa bugnot ng maghapon na pagtitipa sa lap top, at may pangontra sa ngitngit na likha ng mga mahirap kausap.
Medyo abnormal yata at nakakapraning din ang "work-at-home" pero katulad nga ng nasabi ko na, nakakasingkaw naman ako sa totoong bisikleta at nakakapadyak sa mga totoong bike trail.
Aprub!
January the 16th,
which is 3 days after Friday the 13th
took 2 days for the catfish to fry really deep
and the spice of the pork salad to cut into the meat
the day I was served beer for a welcome drink.
January the 17th,
which is the day before Wednesday the 18th
all the space and chairs taken at Cheap Charlie's
as the Morning Glory fed on pellets of fish and beef
while Jack chased Johnny at 11 Sukhumvit.
January the 18th,
99 frogs checked in with Kermit and the girl band
a fancy tea pouch declaimed tidings during breakfast
two beer bottles quenched a dry grilled chicken half
a cake left on the table and a birthday card on the wall.
January the 19th,
officially 47 but where is the Patis from Tesco Lotus
will the grilled Ruby Fish escape from the streets of Silom
as the Center of Siam is Discovered at a Paragon
where Tom Cruise greet the curious to his waxed home.
The 19th unfolded into the 20th
ribsilog for breakfast, fried tilapia for dinner
The 20th emptied into the 21st
pinakbet for lunch, kaldereta for pulutan
The 21st segued into the 22nd
the day Balong and I pedalled our way to Curva...
It took a subtle lobbying and 5 ice cold bottles of San Mig Lights to finally be able to chase Baguio after only-God-knows-when.
It was so long ago that I got surprised by the ease of the trip from Trellis of Matalino Street to the Azalea Residences of Leonard Wood, including the two pee stops at SCTEX and TPLEX and the coffee break at Rosario, that took just under 4 hours.
The room I was assigned was as cool as the weather but Ping snored too loud, the lawyer from Iloilo worked on his laptop which kept me up the rest of the evening, and we were fed with a deluge of meat, all kinds of them, by waiters who don't know what gravy is for which, so I accepted Kuya Manny's offer of a room at El Cielito Hotel near SM-Baguio.
And that was how we found our way to the Baguio Craft Brewery along Marcos Highway which unfortunately will open only at 5 pm.
And that is why we decided to kill time in La Presa, Sitio Pungayan in real life, which unfortunately has been closed to the public.
So we whiled another hour watching the clouds come and go across Bakakeng Central, harassing the female guard to allow us in earlier than 5 pm, then to check why we are not being let in after 5 pm, until we were actually led to beer taps where I taste-tested by the glasses brews with fancy names like "Englishman in New York", "Philandering Pauper", "Message in a Bottle", and "Baltic Porter".
On that day, I broke my solemn vow to never eat chicharong bulaklak again but it was worth all the curses THAT will entail as I had my best of that pulutan ever, and perhaps the second best sausage platter ever, and a barbecued baby back rib that is actually good but no match for our home cooked version.
That I say would compensate for the disappointment of Rodic's tapsilog [too much rice, not enough meat] and Lido Cocina Tsina's pugon-roasted Chinese asado [wrong kind of sauce and garnish] of two and a day ago, respectively.
Was it the week's overdose of meat or just too much Johnny Walker Black and Fundador Light I had last Saturday night that made me wobble from bed to the bus to the cab to the plane?
The wife said THAT was a crazy but happy night for me so I cured a nasty hangover the way an Ilocano would --- a bungar of cold Heineken 3,000 feet above the earth.
