The Road Trip - The Story of a Man in a Mini Bus

When I was around 6 or 7 years old, my mom took me to a family gathering in the Philippines. It was an overcrowded party in a small rural venue where it was owned by my mom's second kin. The driver pulled over on the hard shoulder and without saying a word to me pulls out his phone and calls someone. This happens a second time, again without word or warning and now I'm suspicious. Eventually he pulls off the main road onto a dirt track that led a couple of hundred yards into a massive building site. At the end of the dirt track is an old little mini bus with roughly 5 dudes stood next to it. They all get their phones out and started calling