It was a gloomy morning, the bus has left the Integrated Bus Terminal or IBT bound to Carmen via the interior route. I seated behind the driver's seat and ate the "bibingka" I bought from the vendor while the mini bus is at halt.
It was an uneasy journey knowing most of the olden churches that we passed through are destroyed by the earthquake that shook the island. I cannot remember how long the trip went, it was like dirt road all along, but I remember descending at the Chocolate Hills complex intersection.
From the intersection, I rode the habal-habal to the Chocolate Hills complex. Pay the necessary fees and walked the stairs to the viewing deck.
I waited longer to see if the fog would evaporate to see the Chocolate Hills in its true ID but that never happened. But there's no reason for me to frown or feel disappointed. On the brighter side, I had my camera on and had a picture of the famed Chocolate Hills of Bohol on one foggy morning.
