My coffee moment... End of January 2009, I decided to travel with my siblings to Mankayan to give our last respects for auntie Jane, someone who had been to us a consistent caring mother-figure in that old hometown even after we left the place for years. The travel to Mankayan is a journey back in time. It's centered mostly on our store-resto named Mankayan Cafe, full with childhood and growing up memries. Hitting the Halsema highway set the time backwards. This was punctuated by the intermittent smell of chicken dung, as we tried to overtake trucks and trucks of fertilizer backloads! Made my temple throb. The smell was like that pesky fly that would not go away. It was a chilly January. The cemented Mt Trail was no longer that boring, compared to the rugged, bumpy road way back then. I was on the middle seat, no choice, as I wasn't able to beat Ming to the window, and of course, I couldn't argue with Dammi to give up her side. Nways, it was a smooth ride, of course, sans...
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