It was still some hours before our flight to Zamboanga City; our jump-off point to the province of Sulu. We were headed to the town of Patikul in particular. And I was totally dreading it.
With time to kill, we got out of the airport and bought a few cans of Red Horse. We brought it to a grassy patch near the terminal and guzzled a few down. I was hoping to unknot the terrible loops forming in my stomach.
And then we were flying. The metro was still dark as we took off. There’s definitely no going back now.
Some weeks back, I was invited by a photographer friend, Chris Linag, to join a shoot in Sulu. Having never been to that province, I immediately said yes; it was for a good cause anyways. We’d be going there to take portraits of school kids, print them and give them back the next day. Easy, right?
It was the second time they’re doing this so I assumed that Sulu is a safe place; so much so that I never even bothered to research about.