Self Deprecating Images in Bagan, Myanmar

God dammit there's a bunch of selfies in here. I muttered to myself while I was looking at the photographs I've taken in Bagan, Myanmar. But hey, I've seen dozens of Hunter S. Thompson and Jack Kerouac's self portraits while they're in some exotic locations. I figured, I also deserve some self-deprecating images, with the timeless Bagan temples dominating the background. It certainly looks better than the thousands of "selfies" shots taken in the bathroom, bedroom, conference room and even the frigging train. 

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PNKY Café: A Traveler’s Must-Pit-Stop in Baguio

The fine October weather in Baguio calls for a must-sit-in-a-cafe somewhere. But, somewhere random is not just what we had in mind. Lauren have heard of this joint from our friend before, so we decided to head straight here upon arriving at the city of Pines. Coming from a Travel Massive event we spend the rest of the night waiting for the day's first trip out of Manila. Ten hours later we were in a mood understanding of the 'walkers' in Walking Dead, only we were looking out for real food. Determined to satisfy our hunger, PNKY Cafe became our first pit-stop for the day. 

Biri Island’s School of Rock

The waves we encountered coming to Biri from the port of Lavezares was a bit unkind. The youngest of my co-passengers, an infant boy slept through it all. His young parents cowered him up perfectly from the splashes of sea water. I covered my camera and counted the minutes, knowing each one that passes by means half a kilometer less swim to safety. That is, If I could swim to save my life in case the boat capsizes. We passed by a stretch of the northern part of Biri, but the boat headed further until the water calmed down and the clouds above us disappeared and opened up a bright sky. The boat starts to navigate smoothly and  the threat of rain since we sailed from the get-go has disappeared. The infant boy lets out a short cry and awoke. He stretches both his arms and feet, while I patted my legs to relieve it of impending cramps. 

A Capiz Road Trip Capped by a Round of Gold Eagle Beer

The day after the Sinadya sa Hilaran Festival in Roxas City, we went on a road trip towards the municipality of President Roxas. It presented me an opportunity to further explore the province of Capiz. My first trip to Roxas City happened only because I was heading for the Ati-Atihan in Kalibo. With the exemption of trying out diwal shells and chilling at Bay-bay beach, I wasn't able to go around the province. This time, with the company of fellow travel writers and the tourism officers of the city, we were able to cover a long stretch of highway kilometers and hillside terrain for some nature and food tripping.