Lost and Starved

By Kariopes

I always wonder why I get lost a lot. Sometimes, I feel like there is this spirit hovering around me that makes me choose the wrong way. You know, like it whispers in your ear and for some reason I just follow without any other thought. Then, just as soon as I turn or pass through the same road, or buildings that I realize, I am lost

Today was one of those days. I, Bekka, Yelle and company were meeting for lunch. It started as a good omen, my wrong turn turned out to be a new discovery. At first, we thought we were going the wrong way, even Yelle, who was used to these roads, said so. I was already apologizing because I said, I saw a sign to take that road. There were no turns, so my only option was to go straight ahead. When we reached the end of the stretch, both of my cousins were amazed. We were not lost, and we were able to reach our first stop really fast.

We were already getting hungry, but we were craving for mushrooms. We already knew what food joint that would be, Mushroom Burger. My problem was, I knew, the road going there had this stretch that bottlenecks, with lots of potholes and container trucks. It normally takes a couple of minutes to pass through it. And so, I decided to pass through another route. My mistake. I was not that familiar with this alternate road. 

Anyways, we got lost. We were going round and round. Three times. My passengers were saying maybe we should just take the airplane since we also ended up inside the Domestic Terminal. And then, the other time, we ended up going inside the guarded gates of Villamor Airbase, where we were told to make a U-turn. Bekka was already listing verbally what she would order and all. We were all already getting dizzy from getting lost and lack of food. She also mentioned to turn on Waze because we didn’t know what road to pass through anymore. It seemed I already drove through all of them. Then there was this fork on the road with a policeman in the middle. We decided to try the left fork of the road and ended up paying a toll fee. I said at least, we were out of the roundabout. My passengers were on the lookout for the exit signs and finally made it to a road we all knew. 

We made it at Mushroom Burger. Starving. About one hour and a half later. And already merienda time. My cousin said, I really have a bad sense of direction. For a few seconds I thought of the whispers, but said out loud instead, I think so too. The rest, however, is history. 

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