April 19, 2011
Backpacking with a Book


Ice cream is happiness condensed.  —Jessi Lane Adams In some occasions, yes, especially if it’s not pure ice cream. La-di-da it may seem but I’m not part of the community of ice cream lovers. I can only tolerate a cup of ice cream if it is showered with cheese cubes. If you visit Davao, be Crepelato-ed. ADDRESS Crepelato is located at Door 1 Jocar Complex, Mayon Street, Davao City (front of the old Sampaguita Inn). You may call them at +6382-3007423. Davao City: A Five-Day Sniffing  Four Nights @ Royal Mandaya Hotel | Davao’s Prints and Patterns | Insanity Steak at Barbecue Boss | […]
April 16, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Four Nights @ Royal Mandaya Hotel

This online abode is not designed for travel information. It’s more of an open diary of my musings and rants. They are drafts for any essays that might come up. Yet if I could be of any help to my fellow place trotters, why not. Although the information here is truthful and sincere, I could not set aside the fact that our tastes do differ. I’m the backpack- and tent-type. I feel more comfortable in the restricted space a tent can provide. It goes to say I can’t distinguish a four-star hotel from a two-star. They all look and feel […]
April 14, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Davao’s Prints and Patterns

Societies are made up of prints and patterns.  Virhenia, the clown, once asked what’s social fabric.  I could not remember my retort. Memory failed me. Perhaps I answered rather mockingly, which would perfectly fit her image of me: bitter, sarcastic, whimsical. Social fabric is indeed the prints and patterns recurring in our societies, and it can even be applied to personalities and places. P said my fashion style is eccentric, which is perhaps a clue to my personality type. Perhaps that’s the very reason it took three hours in searching for the best Mindanao-patterned dress.  (Since I’m not learned about […]
April 13, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Meeting Kublai’s at Ponce Suites

Kublai’s sculptures feature the current tendencies and involvements evolving in the receptive imagination of the elfin sculptor. Looking at some of them, one is apt to wonder whether these are not spirits of all the huge ancient fallen trees that have disappeared into the rivers of commerce, recaptured and come to life again in a different form, to oversee the natural landscape and remind us of the lost presences that had wandered through the dead rivers and forests: the diwatas, the babaylans, the ninunos, the spirits of land, sea and air that have been banished by a new wave of […]