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The rain tested our patience as we drove to see the Abra river. Each time we had to get down the wheels; the rain heavily poured as if its playing a joke on us. We didn't heed to the calling of quitting; instead, we ran and stole few shots before the huge drops hit us.
The plan was to swim in the river; rent a hut and enjoyed a few moments of being just there. The mother of all rivers where other rivers known as her sons come back every now and then; that Abra is to me. I marveled at the wideness of her scope. Even at a glance; she fascinated me. Pity as the plan never materialized; somehow, the rain got his victory over us. We had children on board and we couldn't take the risk of having anyone get sick if the plan will push through. The Calaba bridge is long; and it provided us a better view of the Abra River. It served as our refuge to get to know her more. And the three of us awed in fascination. "Beautiful" it is. All is said and done.