MUSING Travel is not about plans, rather it is more of unexpectations, of surprises, and of their welcomeness, of their unwelcomeness.On our way to Tingko Beach, my companion, Virhenia the clown, tagged two boys we shortly met at Obong Spring. Boys, they always desired to impress girls. They should take note though not all girls can be floored with “he’s a relative of the town mayor” line. Not all girls can withstand boys who cannot stay in a five-meter-deep water for a minute. Not all girls need the company of boys to enjoy an excursion.Upon pondering the situation on, their presence […]
Ah, I started you by joining the mad creatures camouflaged as online teachers in Portofino. Quite a compact beach, April. I used to love crowds. These past few months, however the city became suffocating. Perhaps it is P’s calming effect on me. Or perhaps I am resigning to age. My poems find solace in the mundane, the silent, the silenced. I become calm, stable, happier. Lately, I’ve been cocooned by work, work, and work, interjected with excursions every now and then. Work becomes a valid excuse not to meet certain faces. Mine is part-time, April, but I can flex the […]
Samar and Biliran should have christened my 2013. But with the arrival of a ball of white fur named Mango two days before my supposed trip, I canceled it to supervise her in my small place, to make her feel at home. It is amazing to note that it only needs a day to homify a kitten, unlike us humans. It sometimes takes us years, even an eternity, to feel at home.
CAMOTES ISLAND TRAVEL GUIDE | Camotes Island is a less known island destination in northern CeThese past few months, I was alienated from mountains because of stupefying vertigo attacks—a migraine aftermath, I hope, and not something life-threatening such as brain cancer or tumor. Vertigo made me incoherent—or to put it bluntly—plain stupid. But the body and the mind longed for the beauty of restlessness, and beachineering and townhopping temporarily substituted for the mountains. To Camotes at Four in the Morning For nocturnal creatures by habit, Pie and I had to force ourselves to grab an hour sleep before heading to Camotes. Partially […]