Traveler's high. I have been high on traveling since I landed in the Visayas. I feel invincible. I am addicted. Traveling is my drug and it can do no wrong.
Here was my outlook on Thursday:
And here is what most people would have seen:
I sat upon a trash covered beach with Dusty Power-Man of Mystery, Eecoy-Dusty's trusty sidekick and Sir Harold-King of Dumaguete. I was blind to the trash from the high.
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