Thursday night (as well as most of the afternoon) saw me driving back to Manila from a 6 day trip to Baguio. I was at the tail of a convoy that was moving at pace just slow enough to irritate me but at the same time just fast enough to keep me from speeding by. Thursday night saw me exhausted in bed. Wait - let me correct that. Thursday night saw me exhausted. Friday morning saw me exhausted in bed. I wish I hadn’t taken that trip. I wish I were still back in Baguio.

The week that was involved some thirty to forty other theater junkies, pools of gasoline and diesel fuel, several overloaded vehicles, thousands of pesos worth of ukay-ukay items, some rowdy and some not-so-rowdy high school kids, eight PAR56 lights, four places of residence, two schools, one stage, and one unforgettable trip.

It also involved an overheated engine, a high speed drive up a mountain, a scrape with a small steel pipe, a few close encounters with other vehicles (a truck wheel included), some struggles against gravity, and several attempts at breaking the laws of physics.

Of course, a trip to Baguio is never complete without at least one hair-raising experience. This trip did not disappoint. Unexplained footsteps, strange murmurs, flickering candles, dying flashlights, disappearing footwear, and several other things all came together to make sure we knew - we weren’t alone.