MISSING THE OLD LAZY TOWN

MISSING THE OLD  LAZY TOWN

An ordinary day in the small city I call home would begin with a struggle winding through the streets and avenues practically appropriated by tricycles, pedicabs, bicycles, motorcycles, pushcarts, vendors, pedestrians all jockeying for whatever space could be grabbed.

Bacolod City boasts of her wider streets and long broad avenues, but soon this will become more of an eyesore. The wider the streets and sidewalks the more they breed shanties, stalls,  shelters literally lining up taking space. The drivers in this city have developed a culture of rudeness, discourtesy, and insensitivity that road courtesy or whatever is left of it has completely vanished. 

How I miss the old days when the town was slow, and sleepy. When people preferred to walk, than ride. When the streets were deserted during siesta. When the city was slow to wake, to move, unhurried relishing every moment of passing time.