a coffee snob’s chaotic ride through batangas

i didn’t plan on writing this post but here we are. the numbers 1730398 and 1608370398 keep popping into my head like bad dreams from a bar in batangas. maybe they’re coordinates? i doubt it. probably some code for a song lyric or a hacker’s password. who knows. what i do know is that this place is sticky with heat and caffeine.

it’s 26.31°c and the kind of weather where you sweat through your flannel and still feel chilly. i just checked and it’s...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. imagine a sauna tossed in a backpack. that’s us.

the neighbors? if you’re bored, bacolod is just a short drive away. or maybe don’t. some of them sound like they’ve given up on life. like the guy in the jeepney who kept asking about ‘1608370398’. i think he was trying to order a drink. weird.

i heard that the street food here is hit or miss. one vendor swore by the balut, another called it ‘disgusting poultry rebellion’. didn’t know if it was a joke. probably a drunk advice. either way, i stuck to coffee. plain black, lukewarm. perfection.

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