October 31, 2013
Sambawan Island, Biliran

Sun.Star | Reaching Sambawan through Kind Hearts

BILIRAN, PHILIPPINES. “ADTO KAG SAMBAWAN? Kuyog nalang nako,” suggested Noe. We were at Naval, both booked at the modest pension house near the port. After checking in and informing the front desk of my whereabouts, the lady on duty informed me that there were no boats for Maripipi on Sundays. I sat on the bamboo bench, mouth agape, overwhelmed by stupidity and sleepiness, while she disappeared to prepare my instant coffee. After handing it to me, she disappeared again to attend to her laundry at the back. When she returned, she pointed to the man sleeping in the open room […]
October 7, 2013

Badian: A Sea, a River, Friendship, and Yes, Love

Photos of and in Kawasan Falls and Terra Manna Badian Cebu June reminds me of sun-, sea-, river-kissed skin, of beautiful girls supporting my silliness, of falls jumping, of marine beauties, of Camiguin, of Terra Manna. June reminds me of distance suspended. Once more. June reminds me of not my here and his there, but our own here and there. Truthfully, writing stresses me out. When it does, I turn to photography. Either I go out for a photo walk or picasa (yes, not photoshop) some of the excessive files. Here are some memories of June, the memories that my cameras […]
September 26, 2013

Camiguin in Memories

I feel the need to write Camiguin sooner than expected. More often than not, I let my trips sleep for a year or so before browsing through the notes again and letting memories resurface. And the strongest senses of Camiguin in my head are the overwhelming presence of Mt. Hibok-Hibok,  the calming presence of mayana varieties. On top of that, the experience of traveling around with a boyfriend outside my Visayan territory is different from the rest of my trips. Traveling to Camiguin was not as smooth as I thought it would be. I momentarily forgot I would not be traveling […]
September 23, 2013

Lovely Photos to Convince You to Visit Siquijor

Revisits offer new perspectives. For several reasons.  First, time. It’s been three years since my first visit. Three years could do and change a lot to a place or to a person. Siquijor has changed. I am changed.  Second, the mean of transport. Pressed for time, my friend from work and I pakyaw-ed a tricycle for the island tour. This time around despite my sleeplessness, I asked for directions, rode tricycles with the locals,  paid the minimum fare, and devoured a deliciously fried native chicken leg. My first day in Siquijor—travel-wise—was rather unproductive. I slept the entire afternoon away. I […]