September 20, 2011
Aguinid Falls, Samboan, Cebu

Dao, Binalayan, and Aguinid Falls in Samboan

Not all mountains tax its climber to see fulfilling scenery. Not all mountains require six hours or a day to reach the peak. Not all mountains find happiness to see its climber gruel from muscle pain. Not all mountains are like Samboan’s Mt. Bartolina. With the aid of experienced habal-habal drivers, who maneuver even on a foot-wide trail, a fifteen-minute assault is realizable. Pressed for time, climbers can be dropped on the saddle in Brgy. Monteverde. From the peak, the distant islands of Bohol, Negros, Siquijor, and Sumilon punctuate the still sea. One can feel unworthy of the rewards, who barely […]
October 30, 2011
Puerto del Sur Santander Cebu

Waiting at Puerto del Sur

Located at Liloan, Santander—the southernmost tip of Cebu—it is aptly called the Port of the South. A familiarity with the Spanish language taught me that puerto also means opening, door, entrance.
January 27, 2012
Backpacking with a Book

Cebu’s Tail: Santander

“Asa diay mo manaog, day?” the conductor asked. “Sa kanang naay beach.” Clueless as we were, Virhenia and I rode the bus bound south with the hope of finding emerald water, tempting enough to yell “manaog mi!” to the bus driver. The provincial road in southern Cebu constantly hugs the coastline. The view on the right The towns we passed by looked like  framed pictures in a digital media frame. From the bus window, the view automatically changed in a millisecond’s span. The view on the left: Santander’s Puerto del Sur
April 23, 2013

Travel Essay | The Grand Parade: The Uncaptured, the Uncapturable

Sweat trailed downward like small translucent rivers on the dancer’s darkened face, his eyes reddish, his face painted gray, his lips black, his breath ragged. His brows furrowing, he eyed the contingent in front of them. He touched the corner of his right eye lightly. By the look of it, he stopped himself from ardently rubbing it. Curiosity got the better of me, I stopped framing him in my camera, crossed the short distance, and asked “What’s the matter?” “Ang pintal man gyod,” he paused, his brows furrowing again, “di body paint. Baratuhon ni. Hapdos sa mata,” he supplied. So […]