We were supposed to go on a fun picnic by the river, my friends and I. We hadn’t seen each other in a while. I don’t talk much about my friends, but I am really quite fond of them, and very proud of their achievements.
Chris, my bestest friend in high school, very friendly and honest, is now a civil engineer. He graduated at the top of his class and topped one of his licensure exams. I am so proud of him, and all I wish is for him to achieve all his dreams.
Katrina, bright, bubbly and always chatty, is an economist by profession, traveller by heart. She has been all over Europe and is now working nearer home, in Hong Kong. I have not seen her for years and it is she I miss the most.
Brian, my most vulnerable friend, is the experimenter. He refuses to follow rules, craves taboos, has the most number of friends, and loves attention; but to me he seems as though he is really just looking for himself. Maybe he has found what he has been searching for now.
Donnel, ever the funnyman and sidekick, has always been a friend throughout high school and college. But now he’s the star to his Leila, and though his moments with us and few and far between, he always manages to make his presence felt – especially at the most important times. Between his new job responsibilities and the love of his life – I think he’s in a very happy place.
Raquel, the friend I’ve known the longest but at times I feel as though I know the least, has the smoothest exterior that sometimes I cannot see the troubles brimming underneath – until she explodes. She is a workaholic for HP, and sometimes loves too much for her own good.
And Jotie, the friend with the sharp tongue, uses words to mask vulnerabilities. Unlike Brian, I think he is still searching for himself. But he has a set of good friends who will always be there for him, through thick and thin.
Okay enough of the nostalgia. Hehehe.
Anyways. We were supposed to have a fun picnic by the Pasonanca river, the prettier and cleanest river in Zamboanga. It should be, since it’s the source of our sweet-tasting water. Why it’s sweet-tasting I would rather not wonder. Hehehe.
Usually the Pasonanca river is very clean, perfect for bathing. A lot of people come for picnics or mountain climbing or trekking or just hanging out with friends. It had been quite rainy the past few weeks and so there was a lot of running water, which I thought was perfect for our outing.
Unfortunately, there had been a bit too much rain, because when we got there, we found out that not only was the water *not* clean, it was also running too fast to be safe for bathing, to the point of dragging big fallen logs in record speed!
We surmised that a natural dam might have been broken, maybe there was a bit of an avalanche, and so the flood of soil and logs. In any case, the picnic was a disaster. Fortunately my friends weren’t *that* mad at me for insisting we go, hehe. They were very sporty about it, and we chose to trek along still and we did manage to have a picnic somewhere along the way – just no bathing.High School, Hong Kong, Personal, Photography, Travelogue, Zamboanga