July 31, 2017

SUN.STAR | Those Women, Mt. Talinis and Jeanette

This narrative first appeared on Sun.Star Cebu’s travel section some years ago. This is my entry for August 2017 Blog Carnival hosted by Sheila and Gian of Adrenaline Romance. How about you? Have you encountered an interesting person in your adventures? Do share your stories. I love listening to them. *** She arrived. She positioned her backpack beside her. It was almost as tall as her and perhaps as heavy. This would be our second climb together, and somehow, I expected her bag would be as interesting as the one she brought to Kan-Irag. About 30 meters from the jump-off, her […]
November 18, 2016

Sun.Star Cebu | Mouli Ka, Ya?

“MOULI NA KA, YA?” asked my younger sister upon seeing my backpack ready. “Unsay mouli? Molarga nako oy,” I retorted. Mouli in my Cebuano mind means “go home” while molarga, “leave. ” I found it rather interesting—even disheartening—that my family viewed me as a city daughter and a mere visitor of my hometown. But I cannot blame them. I left Tuburan to pursue my degree in the city and hopped from one job to another afterward and visited this unheard-of, yet biggest town in the province when time allowed it. “Sige lang kag suwat sa ubang lugar, wa gyod ka […]
December 2, 2015

Changes! Changes!

It feels like April here in Cebu; for someone who brags about the seeming eternal summer in her country, I find the heat almost unbearable. And for someone who brags about having a life-work balance, here I am so caught up with revising Backpacking with a Book’s feel and content. These past years, I took BWAB as a repository for my published articles and photos. I never considered it a possible place of and for awesomeness; by awesomeness, I mean a beautiful, interactive travel blog that readers can visit again and again, a place where they can find not only […]
July 3, 2015

DOWN SOUTH | The Mountain, the Sea (Father Essay)

It was rare, he said, to find the seedling. He surfaced from the banana groves with it in hand. He had the soiled roots in his right while supporting the two-foot fragile stem with his left. He pointed to the tree next to a mango standing beside my cousin’s house. It was old, the tree, but I did not bother knowing its name. It registered in my head as a tree like the countless unnamed, unnameable ones surrounding our unfinished and semi-abandoned house up in the mountains, around thirty minutes away from where we lived. “Parrot, that’s the name.” He […]