Snobbery is an unlikely character of a traveler. But sometimes I cannot help but label islands either too touristy or superficial and tend to avoid traveling to these places I—who prided herself a traveler—reduced to tourist consumption.
It did not help that Malapascua has an exotic-sounding name—so foreign in a region of the Bisdaks. It took me awhile to have the will to dispel the snobbery away.
An island like Malapascua taught me that I should question the trappings of tourism and mundanity found in brochures.
Traveling, if one is patient, can teach us the inherent ways of an island. So I went to Malapascua and arrived in Logon.
But there are still places that I prefer not to visit. Like the butandings in Oslob—a town that I prefer to pass by, a town that I keep on snubbing unless it changes the way it treats those gentle giants.
Call it snobbery. I call it living—living the cause I believed in.
I wrote an essay on Malapascua months ago for Manila Bulletin. You can read it here: Searching for the Wreckage at Malapascua
Not really snobbish,