Last week, I was on a boat of mixed races: Filipino, Chinese, Korean, French, Belgian, and perhaps other races that I overlooked or forgot to ask. It was a happy, odd mix, I would say—a boat of strangers that sometimes ended up as Facebook friends or more often than not, started and ended as strangers. Our boat crew was admirable: they took our pictures, provided a rough course on swimming for those who could not swim, complimented us when needed, taught us Coron’s history, and fed us. Adobo at Malapascua Island, Cebu, Philippines Aside from maneuvering the boat, our captain […]
While Pim stood by the baywalk’s railing, an old woman, all smiling, passed by and said something in Japanese and gestured towards the camera. With my poor Japanese vocabulary bank: suka, honto ni, wakaranai, kawaii—words I learned from years-long of reading manga, watching anime, and interacting with the Japanese on Skype, I reckoned she was asking if we wanted her to take our photo. I smiled and uttered thank you; and she went on, all smiling. I did not expect her friendliness. Crumbs of details on places from my previous conversations with the Japanese stuck in my head: Hokkaido is known for winter […]
It is said that to be healthy, one has to pay a premium. But Healthy U defies this unwritten rule. The place feels and looks like a commonplace that I often frequent for lunch: a carenderia with a carenderia price with an atypical menu: vegetable with tofu, barbecue, menudo, torta, and bola-bola from meat substitute. During our short conversation, the owner–a yoga and namaste instructor–narrated the categories of vegetarians. Although the difference between vegan, lacto-vegetarian, lacto-ovovegetarian, semi- or partial vegetarian rolls into a blur in my head, it is clear that vegetables unite them.
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 […]