preserved

I have been one among other journalists who were chosen to go for a fact finding mission. at first, i thought it will be an easy job. I expected no pressure and a happy go lucky job. I and my co-journalists thought that the place where we will go is already slightly developed. we thought that we will be distributed to different home owners and will be given comfort in terms of sleep. I did not brought any beadings nor any toiletries because i planned to by my needs in the assigned place. When we took off at 4:00 am from my friend's apartment bound to the assemble area, i felt no worries. "this will be a trip where i can c no danger and problems".
we arrived in the city and i breathed so deep and thought that it would be the place where we are going to go. But our EIC said that we still haven't reached the halfway of our destination. yeah, she was true, we are still very far, so far away. we left the city for about 9 am. we reached a small town which will be our portal to ride motorcycle to reach our destination. we reached the motorcycle terminal at 1 pm and we ate our lunch. God, what a lunch... the viand and the rice were placed in a cellophane. I ate in a standing position and forced my self to be contented of what i have.
While we are on our way to our final destination, i was very very nervous in my motorcycle ride. I seated in a side wind position with my feet hanging. i can't fold my feet because there are loads at the side of the motorcycle that hinders my comfort and safety. The sun stroke directly to my face. i was lucky because me and my friend bought 2 shades for about 160 php.
we reached the place and i was really amazed of what i saw. tribal people who are still in costume. the place was isolated from the town. no electricity, 1 store with very few and limited stocks of cigar (oh no!), and a small school made of bamboo skin.

I was very happy to know that there are still people who preserves their culture.