I was up really early that day. It was the scheduled evaluation of The WORD for the first semester. I was running late already. We were supposed to be at the venue, Arabelle Suites, by 8:30am but I was still at the waiting shed, hoping to get a ride as soon as possible. That was around eight in the morning already. I was with an old woman and her granddaughter. Young boys were also playing basketball at the basketball court behind the shed. Only a barbed wire fence separating us from the kids.
Then all of a sudden there was shaking. I thought it was the kids hitting the fence with a ball until the old woman beside me shouted "Linog!" ("Earthquake!"). People went hysterical. I saw houses moving, a Southern Star bus about to block the road, people going out of their houses. I was there sitting under the waiting shed after I checked if it was safe --- no electric cords above or anything that might fall under me --- and stayed calm. I was trying to stay cool. The entire Bohol was not.
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| My neighbors during the quake. It was sundown and we have decided to spend the night uphill. |
