I was sorting through my files, and i stumbled upon these memories of what was my second home for six years. I was very lucky to take it all in on my bike, which I believe is the best way to experience Clark. (1/9)
When i felt particularly lazy, I'd wake up relatively late and just arrive tardy on my bike. I never missed any classes - it was strategic. [I don't advise following in my footsteps] (2/9)
My bikes were hella unreliable. I was a repeat customer at this OVERPRICED bike repair shop. I must've skipped a few meals to pay for repairs. (3/9)
On weekends or Fridays, I'd stop at this stand and buy my fruits from the Aetas that sold their produce here. (4/9)
Going home from a long day of classes felt very nice, as the cool evening breeze set in. I'd also stumble upon my friends who went exercising. [ft. @notkiano ] (5/9)
Sometimes, the solitude can get boring, and I'd bike with a friend [ft. @Marjojojooo13] (7/9)
To top it all off, a few places seared in my memory and that I hope to come back to when all of this is over. (9/9)