We took a cab, then a plane, then a tricycle, and then a van.
All told, it took about six hours for us to get to where we had to go. The traveling itself was smooth and uneventful. The bumps we encountered were constituted by rude children, overindulgent parents, obsequious touts and lunatic drivers.
(I almost never suffer from motion sickness, but today’s rides had me squeezing my eyes shut in futile attempts to control my nausea.)
But anyway, we made it, and the welcome buko shake with mango bits made up nicely enough for all the indignities endured (far more than the cowrie shell necklaces they draped around our necks).
So far, it’s exactly what we wanted: quiet, peaceful and far from the madding crowd.
Funny how we have to move so much just to find a place that’s still.