I’ve travelled 500 miles to catch my teenage señorita’s Graduation rites. Only to be caught in a 5-hour traffic mayhem. It’s revolting to be deprived of a special occasion — especially when you’ve come a long long way. Filipino time, however, saves the day, with the ceremony starting late. Plus, a battery of opening remarks and lengthy speeches, I was able to make it the program proper.
From Manila to the tip of Luzon in nearly 24 hours. It’s faster if I have crossed the Pacific via air balloon!
From hereon, what lies in-between these mortarboard wearers and TRIUMPH is a road filled with traffic jams and hitches and gridlocks. And maybe beyond 500 miles. But there’s just no shortcuts to any place worth going.