Suddendly, peace & quiet. What used to be a chaotic and busy hotel corridors of We R Inn is now empty and cold. All alone now. (Photo courtesy: Alvin L.)I pretty much stayed inside my hotel room today, back to work after they left for Digos early this morning and sleeping til about 1600H, my first decent sleep for days. I felt my body gave up in desperation of not having been able to join the Mt. Apo climb. My flu has worsened and I haven't gotten anything to eat all day.
Craving for hot thick soup, I round Gaisano's 4th floor food court and the restaurants on the basement. I ended up along Torres St., about 20 minutes brisk walk from Gaisano-- at Kasagingan Coffee Shop. Sudden change of appetite, I ordered spicy sausage on angelhair pasta, my usual Coke regular and banana sweet bars. I took a table at the corner of the inside space where I share with 3 other techie patrons who threw rather good glances at me while tinkering their laptops as I settled. No time to waste and flirt, but time to get back to work, again!
Should I have insisted on joining them, I so-often thought on how would I have fared. Mixed emotions on the aborted climb and having to work remotely while on a supposed vacation was too much overwhelming. More so, when you're not feeling well. No matter how I tried to not think about it, impossible!
After a fine meal and having sent chunks of files to Manila, I returned to the hotel and continued my work until my craving for something hot resurfaced. I've gotten myself a gigantic bowl of chicken noodle soup at the hotel coffee shop. Not what I wanted, but it helped comfort my body and relieve my now-thick and alien-colored phlegm. Yuck!
So this is how it felt getting robbed of a dream. Hard to explain, harder to accept.
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