Extreme Escapism
Thursday, May 29th, 2008Just came from the ultimate escapist trip. I went to La Union then Hundred Islands with my officemates and it was a vacation full of extremes. From extreme weather conditions, to extreme sleeping conditions, to extreme activities. Here’s a rundown of the stuff we did: surfing, caving, snorkling, kayaking, camping out on the beach, and the coolest of all, cliff jumping from a height of about 25-30 feet above the sea.
(Note: I did all of the activities mentioned except for surfing just because I’ve done that before already and didn’t feel like doing it again. Thank god I skipped it or my muscles would be protesting much much louder than they already are right now.)
The interesting is, cliff jumping made me see a part of me that i never knew existed. I didn’t think I had enough guts to take a scary leap from a safe place into somewhere new entirely. And this done without hesitation (it was a running jump after all, no second thoughts allowed). I won’t go into the corny discussion of this so obvious metaphor though.
Ultimately, I had a great time especially since the entire trip took my mind off the depressing thought of goodbyes. Too many goodbyes have been going on in my life recently. Anyway, that’s reality and I guess I have to face that just like I faced the cliff–woops, i just had to lapse into the corny metaphor. I’m going to stop now before this post gets any more sappier.
