January is an excellent time go out here in the Philippines. I mean, really go out. Hit the road. Leave the nest. Bike. Camp. Hike. Dive. No rains, no sweltering heat, no scorching sun. Nothing. Only the cool,cool, refreshing, siberian winds. But I am stuck here behind my desk wasting January on a pile of trash they call paperworks.
This is a disgrace to these young boys, whom I met in Ilian Hill weeks ago, savoring the pleasant day in their own “busy” way.
Ilian Hill, an idyllic elevation right at the slopes of Mount Iriga and home to the Agta-Tabangnon ethnic group, a gently vanishing race.