Woman Traveler

September 5, 2013

The Everyday at Dahican, Mati, Davao Oriental

August 29, 2013 Today: I woke up at five and observed how Amihan kids practiced in the morning before they left for school. Three boys were assigned to prepare breakfast. A group of boys has its turn to prepare meals for everyone. I had coffee at the small place where Lupon fishermen had theirs. Carding, drunk, tailed me around with his “makahilis og baga” stare. He is an interesting character.  I took photos during the kid’s “duwa” (their word for skimboarding), tried it, and failed big time. Walked around and covered a good portion of the 7km Dahican Beach and […]
September 8, 2013

Us Kids at Aliwagwag Falls, Davao Oriental

Let me start with a confession. My little story “Tubod”—a story about water—won a Palanca (1st prize on Cebuano short story), and the awarding was held in Manila on September 1st.  It was my first try to join a major literary contest. Yes, I did not expect a win. I just wanted my little story out which has been evolving and kept secret for the past five years.  It won despite its flaws. Now, what is the connection between the story and Davao Oriental. A lot. I chose the place over the ceremony. My aim was to have the story […]
September 23, 2013

Lovely Photos to Convince You to Visit Siquijor

Revisits offer new perspectives. For several reasons.  First, time. It’s been three years since my first visit. Three years could do and change a lot to a place or to a person. Siquijor has changed. I am changed.  Second, the mean of transport. Pressed for time, my friend from work and I pakyaw-ed a tricycle for the island tour. This time around despite my sleeplessness, I asked for directions, rode tricycles with the locals,  paid the minimum fare, and devoured a deliciously fried native chicken leg. My first day in Siquijor—travel-wise—was rather unproductive. I slept the entire afternoon away. I […]
January 27, 2014

Townhopping Project 2014 | Revisiting Places

Here are some southern Cebu photos: Dry coughing. Feverish. A rather painful lower back. That’s me today. But yesterday. Yesterday was awesome. Perhaps it was insanity for me to cure insomnia with a bus ride. At two, I fed my litter, left my small place, bought sikwate and puto from Nanay, dropped by at work, startled a girl who was working at an ungodly hour, picked up my camera, borrowed money from my piggy bank, and headed to South Bus Terminal. At three in the morning. I revisited the places during our early townhopping adventures. Tingko, Alcoy. Poblacion Boljoon. Liloan, […]