Space. We have so much space to move. Onwards, there’s a promise. Backwards is always an option. Sideways call for stories. There are still too many kilometers ahead and the routes are laid bare, ready to be walked on. So why do we often feel caged? Cage is an illusion. Some weeks ago, I went… Continue reading Finding Space: San Carlos City
I pulled myself together, groggily, determined to wash out sleep that keeps insisting itself on my tired eyes and limbs. The events of the previous night felt like a dream – a dream you would cringe upon recall and would rather forget. But my neurons are active now and my puking fit became as vivid… Continue reading Kan-Irag After You
For a town with a coast laced with glorious beaches, balanced with an ecological terrain and a historical past, nothing could still aptly describe Argao more than the hospitality of its people. It is through them that I petrified my love for the others. I left Carcar at about 10 in the morning and boarded… Continue reading In Transit | Argao
I finally got the time to run away on a weekend. I couldn’t remember when I started scaling places on my own. But this is the first time I have fully acknowledged my own vagabondness. South was an easy target. I woke up at five to start the journey early because I love the subtlety… Continue reading In Transit | Carcar
There were a million cicadas singing the song of summer, the heat piercing the skin but warming the heart; the jovial ditty serenading the exhilarating ascent ahead. It was my second peak. The moment I decided to leave, I left for good. Whether it was because of heartbreak or boredom, I could not recall. Perhaps… Continue reading Strangers, Friends, and Mauyog
Why do we keep photographs? To make up for the lack of words? Probably. Most possibly. “Shut your eyes and see.” The immortal James Joyce on being in the moment. And for the same reason, I’ll be chronicling my memorable Osmeña Peak trip with pictures.