“Ar-jay, may nawawala, may nawawala!” I jolted in my seat.

(Ar-jay, something’s missing, something’s missing!)

Without knowing what’s missing Ar-jay joined me in my search, still squirming aimlessly at the little space left for us to move, to help search what I’m looking for.

We were riding a public van speeding off the highway of Northern Letye to reach Palompon. Ar-jay, Aleah, Jerome and I just spent the night at Naval after staying at Sambawan Island. Jerome was seated at the farthest back while Aleah was comfortably asleep at the back next to ours. Ar-jay and I were seated together, with him enjoying the window side of the car.

“Anong nawala?” Ar-jay asked.

(What did you lose?)

I opened my bag and scoured its contents trying to look for something. Then I tried to squeeze the little space left on our van seats and squirmed from side to side, still looking for something.

sambawan island leyte
Sambawan Island in Northern Leyte

I told him that I must have dropped my eye shades on the floor. I desperately need to find it before someone steps on those breakables in case it rolls over.

Poor Ar-jay tried reaching for the floor letting his hand guide his blind sight to see if he can feel any sunglasses in his floor side.

Suddenly, a realization hit me. I stopped my seatmate from whatever he was doing and confessed my stupidity.

“Nakita ko na,” I said.

(I found it.)

And just like that, I showed him where my sunglasses where all that time.

It was comfortably resting on my head.

This is a travel blog of Doi Domasian. Her nature to explore both new and familiar places and share it with the rest of the world is what keeps this wanderer going and seeking for thrills and adventures. Due to her passion for travelling, she decided to leave the corporate world and started living the life of a nomad.

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