Carabao s**t!

Every time I sniff this ever so pungent aroma I am reminded of the time my whole family and I including all my first cousins went on a trip to Cabadbaran in Mindanao. It was a whole lot of fun! We swung from ropes into the cold river, we hung out and relaxed by and in the waterfalls, and we hopped from one beach to another. There was this one instance that we were walking for so long and my cousins and I grew tired, s we asked the man with the carabao if we could ride his wagon. He was kind enough to allow us, but the smell was horrible because just like horse drawn carriages, the feces f the carabao was caught by the sack where they put uncooked rice in.