This essay records a journey in my life that taught me the importance of friends, along with the sweetness of success, which I am still proud of because of the hardship and joy we went through. It all started with sudden planning that we never thought would result in excruciating discomfort of our legs and neck. Six of us friends climbed and suffered at the same time on the steep ascents of the road to Tagaytay, and also smiled at the same time when we saw the breathtaking scenery. Our going was filled with glitches, but the homecoming was very fast-flowing.
At exactly five o’clock in the morning, five of my friends went to our house and we slowly started trampling, under the big moon and cold breeze. This marked the beginning of a 40-kilometer journey full of glitches and difficulties. Less than 30-minutes into our bike ride I felt like something was wrong with my bike, but I decided
to continue because of my eagerness to get to Tagaytay. My anxiety quickly turned to sadness when I suddenly stopped on the road because my tire was punctured. Luckily, I was traveling with my friends and they immediately helped to close the hole in my tire. I’m sure I’ll just end up on the side of the road if I’m not with them. Our trampling continued once my tire was fixed. Our pace quickened when one of us, Kelly, who was behind us, suddenly disappeared. His chain was broken because it
was old and rusty. Again, we stopped at the side of the road and went to the nearby gas station. Since we lacked the equipment to repair his bicycle, we simultaneously borrowed from the gas station, and nearby residents the equipment we would need, in the hope that we could work out a way out of his problem. Again, luckily there was an understanding resident who understood our glitch and decided to help. Our trampling continued once Kelly’s chain was fixed. After many seemingly deadly climbs, we
finally reached our destination.
After eating a delicious and hearty Lomi and Goto, we met young RJ. He was jokingly promised by one of us with a bike, on the condition that he still remembers the name
Jeric when we got back there. Because of that condition, when we left Lomi Haus we heard the child whispering “Jeric, Jeric, Jeric” and seemed to be memorizing the name while writing on the floor with stone. On our way home we were still unlucky. One of our companions also had a flat tire and we went home carrying every part of his bicycle as he rode on the back of the other’s bicycle while his knees trembled in case he fell. As we headed home, everyone was smiling and laughing at our eventful experience. Because of our trip to Tagaytay, I learned the importance of friends,
because without them I would not be able to reach Tagaytay to see a very beautiful view. Although it was a difficult and tearful pain our legs suffered, it still turned out to be a fun experience due to the influence of my friends. Because of a trip, I have experienced deeper importance to my friends, which can never be replaced by anything. We always ask ourselves if we also give great importance to our friends and loved ones.
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