February 24, 2016
Filipinas Who Travel Solo

Filipinas Who Travel Solo | Alone, Not Lonely

Earlier last year, I was non-committed and happy with my single-blessedness. A day before Valentine’s Day, I bought a folding bike (from the unexpected teacher’s clothing allowance), rightfully named it Katorse, and biked two towns in southern Cebu on a sunny love day. Oh, yes, alone. READ: Twelve Months of Beaches around the Philippines. Katorse is in the February story! I’m too comfortable with traveling solo, I guess, that even though I am in a relationship, I still find myself wandering around alone. Almost a month ago, a girl from my previous job reminded me that it has been two […]
March 16, 2016
We are not invincible a travelogue

We Are Not Invincible: A Travelogue

Much has been written about what it’s like to be young, wild, and free (there’s even a song about it). Like so many, I was infatuated with the idea that I was invincible. I used to believe that in this life, you had 2 choices: either you live life so outrageously well, diving from one adventure to the next or wait for decay with your regular 9 to 5 plus commute every single day for the rest of your life. They always made it seem like one was better than the other. Ultimately, what you choose will define who you are. […]
April 14, 2016

Malaysian Women Who Travel Solo: Be Bold and Independent

I am afraid of monsters like Manila, so it was a conscious decision to have Cebu as my point of departure and Kuala Lumpur as my point of arrival for my first trip abroad last June-July 2015 but was largely unwritten and unblogged. My trip to Kuala Lumpur was a lesson on efficient cities. It was a lesson on embarrassment and questions why my homecity did not have express trains and roofed walkways, why our rivers were as trashed as our streets? And I haven’t been to the neighboring Singapore yet. It was on a lesson on multiculturalism, something that cannot […]
June 11, 2016

Five Things Solo Filipina Travelers Have to Deal With

For most of my travels, I’ve been moving out and about on my own, which I love very much and makes me vulnerable to all sorts of weird quips and questions from people that I met on the road. A few days ago, a friend posted on Facebook about her funny encounter with a bus driver who mistook her for a Japanese tourist (what with her golden brown skin and Cebuano accent) and then proceeding with a relentless conclusion that she’s a Filipina with a foreigner for a husband. Now, it’s not that I’m all hate and rage about I […]