September 28, 2012

Going Chinese at Choi City

Address: G/F South Arcade, Banilad Town Center, Banilad, Cebu City Telephone Number: (+63 32) 239 0800 / (+63 32) 239 0999 Camera: Pawlito, a Nikon 3100 with 18-55 mm lens  Roast Layered Pork  Thankful. My college years would not have been easy without my crazy Titing, my paternal uncle.  I did not have any curfew, so I often went home  past midnight. Although I often made his wife, Ate Flor, worried, but I just shrugged it off. I spent the evenings browsing the Net at Ang Suga office and walked the eerily silent and loud streets to Sto. Niño. I sometimes […]
August 27, 2012

| Travel Essay | Stories from Britania

“Nganong naabot man ka diri, Nong?” (What brought you here, Nong?) “Unsaon ta man, day, diri man nako nakit-an ang akong pikas sa kinabuhi (It can’t be helped, day, I found my other half here),” answered Nong Tony who has lived in Britania for 15 years. The tone he used for unsaon ta man appealed to me as a resignation: a resignation that life needs the other half to continue living, a resignation that a person must leave a place to find another for a sole reason: love. 
August 16, 2012

Camera Evolution: Some Deaths, Some Hopes

They arrived, Nikkita and Pawlito,  but their arrival was not as definite as the sudden death of my first professional camera, Pawlita, a Canon 1100D. Sammy, a Samsung ES10 | Mt. Pulag, Kabayan, Benguet, Philippines The earliest images that graced Backpacking with a Book were captured by Sammy, a Samsung ES10, a secondhand camera. I bought it from a “Kawat Store” for P4, 500. A college friend called it such since, according to her,  it is the pawnshop where snatchers and burglars sell their loot. It is across from Metro Colon, along Colonade Mall. 
July 29, 2012

| Travel Essay | The Clouds of Bantayan Island

There is something about the clouds. Their beauty is their fleetingness. They are “unburdened by memory of any kind” unlike us. I could remember the pile of cup noodles below the television swaying, and if they had fallen down, it would have been a signal that the waves won over the ship. Luckily, the waves were not furious enough, but they constantly reminded us with their disturbing presence. A man steadied himself on the lower rail of the ship while painting its exterior white. He was left unperturbed by our cloud imaginings on the second deck. Everything was moving—the clouds, […]