The blindfold was very tight, and pressed on my earlobes, making it not only impossible to see but also hard to hear.  Huddled in the jeepney with two other blindfolded souls, the others were barking orders at us as we assumed the most humble attitude possible.  Suddenly we heard a cry, "CHECKPOINT!! CHECKPOINT!!!".  A hand immediately forced the blindfold from my head, and a voice quietly instructed me, "hide it."  The policeman, clearly unaware of the happenings inside the jeepney, waved the driver to move on.  As we left the checkpoint, the blindfolds were again placed on our eyes. 

After an hour of driving on what felt like an empty road, I smelled salt in the air.  We were near the ocean, and soon enough the sounds of the waves crashing on a shore confirmed that theory.  The jeepney stopped, and with the blindfold on, I clumsily climbed out onto the sand.  I moved forward, but didn't know there were steps, and came tumbling down four steps onto a sandy shore.  It was 7PM.  The night of hell has begun, and at 7AM, multiple tortures later, the blindfold finally came off and I finally emerged...  A BROTHER IN THE COOLEST FRATERNITY OF MEDICAL STUDENTS ON EARTH!