Cool!

       Finally I'm up here in Baguio (again). Having pleasantly slept throughout the midnight trip journey, I dreamt, of all things, that I was in a bus travelling back to Manila. Imagine waking up and thinking that I was in Manila when in fact I have arrived in Baguio already... It's pretty disorienting. I didn't exactly know where I was. duh...        

       So after finally waking up fully and coming back to my senses, I finally convinced myself that I was indeed in Baguio already. No drizzle or rain to greet me this time, just a group of ''hotel agents" handing out little pieces of hotel flyers and bugging me for accommodation. No, thanks. I'm heading home.        

       Aaaaah, yessss, the cool air again... The cold, damp morning air assaults my senses like a dog assaults a hotdog -- with passion! Only in Baguio can the early morning air be so addictively pure, clean and sweet.        

       I feel invigorated again.