This afternoon's trip was, perhaps, by far the free-est ride I've done on a Tuesday. There was no plan, there was no destination, just the road, my ride, my camera and me. Granted it would've been a longer ride if I'd left early, but I constrained myself to the few hours in the mid afternoon til evening because of the fact that I just didn't want to spend the day dehydrated, under the relentless sun and sweltering heat. I decided that, since most of the places I went to were in the south, to try exploring northward. Spurred on by several rider's quotes I found online (specifically this one: Young riders pick a destination and go.. Old riders pick a direction and go ), I did just that. I rode until I found some signs pointing to places I've never been. I found myself in Bocaue, then in Balagtas, and finally at Marcelo H. Del Pilar's shrine. After tentatively going around the first floor of the empty (of people) museum, and electing not to check ou...