San Juanico Bridge, Leyte, Philippines We made a mountain out of a molehill. Tourism is no skin-deep, it is light; hence, it is fun. Some dig tourism since they want to escape from their immediate lives and responsibilities and seek refuge from the not-so-familiar.
A trip to Boracay for two was the prize for winning a travel writing and photography contest hosted by 88DB. I did not expect anything fancy after all it was just a prize. I’m always okay with my accustomed cowboy accommodation. So everything was basically a surprise: 1. Free pick up at the airport. 2. They handle the ferry fare and environmental fee, (it’s part of the package, I guess.) 3. Jojo—the hotel staff—was very accommodating and friendly. Check its Web site. The only drawback though is it does sound like “Short Time Hotel,” if you know what I mean. […]
Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people who disappear from your sight or knowledge or possession; you lose a bracelet, a friend, the key. You still know where you are. Everything is familiar except there is one less item, one missing element. Or you get lost, in which the world has become larger than your knowledge of it. . . This is what the view looks like if you take a rear-facing seat on the train. Looking forward you constantly acquire […]
Should human conquer the mountain or should they wish for the mountain to possess them? Sherpas went up and down ten times in some cases, without glory, without claim of ownership, and there were those said it was sacred and shouldn’t be sullied at all.―Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss We opted to linger on Baguio and experienced the Death Road ride, explored Mt. Timbak, visited the centuries-old mummies, so we could not possibly join the other group journeying the killer trail—Akiki, which necessitates longer time. Those who opted to trail Ambangeg were often asked why they chose the relatively […]