To Mt. Babag by Claire “Kikit” Apigo
sed this last year. Some posts here, I confidently assume, are worthy to be explored and rewritten; some posts to be trashed. With essays left unwritten and pictures unsorted, let me wrap 2011 with happiness and gratitude. This Last year’s wanderings affirmed and strengthened some old beliefs, some were unceremoniously replaced, some were found in the ship, jeepney, bus, plane.
Itineraries are useless. Traveling happens the moment you are caught indecisive and seemingly lost. Traveling happens the moment you acknowledge the fact you’re lost, the moment you accept the truth that the place is a stranger. Traveling is go, leave, and come back.
No lengthy itineraries in 2012.
For those who sincerely read the posts—with or without a trace—thank you.
For the critic/editor/alarm clock, P, thank you.
A reminder to oneself
BWAB is not a travel guide nor tourism-oriented, which I might fall prey to sometimes. I’ll promote my country with utmost honesty (if that is possible) without the aid of misleading, deceitful adjectives. I want to treat the experience with utter loyalty and truthfulness.
I want to do a Pico Iyer. (Ambitious!) Or I want to do a Jona Bering! (More Ambitious!) I want to write without “the questionable habits of tourism.” I want to have “a vivid look at places long lost to mainstream travelers.”
I might not be even wholly loyal to the experience itself but to the memory of it.
Jona of Backpacking with a Book
***Quotes lifted from the reviews of Pico Iyer’s Falling Off the Map