Going to Bohol was not in any of my plans this year. However, in some of my not so good days, I would reflect on my life and the decisions I have made.
The story of my Bohol trip started when my close friend Heather and Bob were having coffee. Randomly, we would discuss the future, our dying career, the life of Pi, or maybe some sexually explicit acts we would like to do. It was a Monday.
It was Heather who was scheduled to go to Panglao with her long time boyfriend Jules. I don’t know what has gotten into us that we just decided to third wheel with them on their Wednesday trip. It was a long Tuesday of decision making, haggling, budgeting, then back to haggling, leave approval, then haggling again, tfood planning until the trip pushed through.

