To live in an archipelagic nation like the Philippines translates to leaving the island you call home and find yourself on a different island whose people speak the same (or an entirely different) language yet with a certain sing-song melody that is different from yours. That is how I live here. Here is Cebu—a bacon-shaped island in the center of the Visayas. When I feel the urge to leave, this is what I do: google the map of the neighboring islands and check the names of the little islands surrounding them, pick one, and find my way there no matter […]
I have lived all my life here in Cebu. It is the Point A for all destinations I have been to. It is where I live. It is the place I often leave. But it is also my point of departure, the point I return to. [READ: 12 months of Beaches in the Philippines] In Cebu, my midweek affair is down south [ READ: Southern Cebu Beaches; but my weekend lover is up north: Malapascua. But even though I constantly travel around Cebu, I cannot claim I know these places well, because they keep on changing, especially to meet the […]
I passed port security without a ticket. I had no idea which ship my mountaineer friends board. They were not at Pier 3. I boarded the ship without really knowing if it was the right one. I missed my phone at my nook. The adventure began.
THREE boys gazed at the crepitating fire licking the bottom of the sooty caldero. Their yawns competed with the sea’s audible snores 20 meters away. With nothing much to do but wait, they fed the fire with more wood for the water to come to a boil faster. Before they could join the rest at the beach, before the sun cracked the morning sky open, they must prepare everyone’s breakfast of rice and noodles doused in two liters of water. I could hear Winston, a guy in his early 30s whom the boys considered their tatay, calling out the names […]