A river is a source of mystery: it is a sanctuary of raw emotions. Its current sometimes articulates happiness, desolation, sometimes a dangerous silence. A river is―can be―a master of deceit and pretension.
CEBU, Philippines – There is a rousing resonance in every river. Its stories are woven in its water, line after line or current after current, and spoken out through its punitive, rough flow. It is guided with a simple yet poignant philosophy: the faster the current is, the more stories it desires to share. The almost stagnant and slow flowing water, however, is also full of stories, yet silenced and stilled. And it is those who are gifted with the art of ardent observation that can hear and listen to them. With the guidance of EWIT, a mountaineering group based […]
What gives value to travel is fear. It is the fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own [place] we are seized by a vague fear, and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. —Albert Camus, Notebooks Distance, memories, I often consider them as one entity. There is a gap, space between the present and the past, and we often reconcile them through memories. A long travel―though physically draining―is a mind exercise. It allows the mind to remember, revisit, reconstruct, reaffirm memories. Distancing One’s Self Philippines’ scattering islands and […]