Into the Mountains of Negros: Motorbike Travel Through the Philippines

He filled an old rum bottle with raw honey, pouring it slow from a plastic cup over a red basin while the spring water ran turquoise behind him. I handed him the pesos and tucked it in my bag. Twenty minutes later, still dripping from the spring, a local spotted the bottle and started laughing. He thought I'd been swimming drunk. I showed him the honey. He laughed harder. The road provides the moments you never thought to script.