living in a baCkpack (plus 8 luggages)

I learned swimming even before I could read, alright. In a small town surrounded by river networks, you would rather be swallowed by the pea-green river than stay in its shallow banks while everyone's laughter pierces your bloated ego. The most part of those long summer afternoons if not spent in the river was spent in the wild—getting firewood and gathering guavas ripe for picking (dang! I miss the smell of guava!). All these led to, what else, but guava jelly for snacks in between skinny-dipping with the carabaos (water buffalos).

Three years ago, I learned diving and butterfly stroke. Done well with minimal splash. With my schedule in a spin these past couple of years, I never get to do the laps again. But it was taped in my planner, together with the plan to enroll in capoeira.

Now comes the flexible schedule this week. And who could refuse spending the whole afternoon at the Aqua Centre for a free swimming lesson? (I was a “pakapin.” 17 pax + 1). It was more like a remedial class for me. And well, I did the freestyle with panache. Hahaha. And I was even thinking of trying the diving platform soon (for those who have seen the height of the platform at the Teves Aqua Centre, you know what I mean). 

As I type this last line, did I ever mention that I am doing my laundry, again! Hahaha.