Travel Photos

July 29, 2012

| Travel Essay | The Clouds of Bantayan Island

There is something about the clouds. Their beauty is their fleetingness. They are “unburdened by memory of any kind” unlike us. I could remember the pile of cup noodles below the television swaying, and if they had fallen down, it would have been a signal that the waves won over the ship. Luckily, the waves were not furious enough, but they constantly reminded us with their disturbing presence. A man steadied himself on the lower rail of the ship while painting its exterior white. He was left unperturbed by our cloud imaginings on the second deck. Everything was moving—the clouds, […]
September 2, 2013

Skimboarding at Dahican Mati

Skimboarding at Dahican Mati Skimboarding is a foreign island for me, but I am long attracted to movement—beautiful, purposeful movements. So it did not come out as a shock when most of the photos I took at Dahican focused on one particular athlete. My camera instantly followed his movements—fluid  against the waves. He simply stood out. I later found out, he is Sonny Boy aka Bayugyog—a local word for capri—the 19-year-old who made Dahican, Mati, Davao Oriental the skimboarding capital of the country.  *** Beautiful detours are often last-minute decisions. I intended to spend the entire five-day trip at Cateel, Davao […]
September 9, 2013

The Everyday at Cateel Davao Oriental

If I were having a gourmet dinner, Cateel was the main course of my recent Davao Oriental trip. Sachi was such a great host. She rarely comes home. So she was sincerely excited to explore her hometown, visit relatives, and talk Mandaya—their own dialect that has a trace of Bisaya but not quite. The word most vivid in my head is “ampan.” Sachi’s old house was uprooted, wrecked  with hundreds of houses and trees during Pablo. I witnessed how she almost did a karoshi (I’m just exaggerating) to amass funding for the building of their new nest. She is your perfect […]
October 7, 2013

Badian: A Sea, a River, Friendship, and Yes, Love

Photos of and in Kawasan Falls and Terra Manna Badian Cebu June reminds me of sun-, sea-, river-kissed skin, of beautiful girls supporting my silliness, of falls jumping, of marine beauties, of Camiguin, of Terra Manna. June reminds me of distance suspended. Once more. June reminds me of not my here and his there, but our own here and there. Truthfully, writing stresses me out. When it does, I turn to photography. Either I go out for a photo walk or picasa (yes, not photoshop) some of the excessive files. Here are some memories of June, the memories that my cameras […]