Jeepney Chronicles
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005
I do not remember anymore the first time I rode a jeepney. I do remember though having to ride it on the way to my pre-school. A riggidy raggedy piece of metal thrashing the highway. Black fumes up my nose. Pigtails soaring like wings. Oh, the freedom of it. Sometimes, the heat would make me lethargic so I’d lie on my mother’s lap as we tear the road on the way home. Back then, I did not care how much the ride cost, as long as I get to keep the change.
When I was old enough to commute, I recall having to pay P1.50 to P2 depending on the distance. Sensible enough since I could buy candies and other goodies with my one peso. My mother complained about it. The usual bragging of old people, recalling how cheap products were during their time. Again, I did not care since I had P10 all for myself plus my packed baon. (more…)
