The streets of Mumbai casts a dizzying spell even to this third world traveler used to seeing voluminous crowds and long queues of people rushing to and from various errands. It reminded me of our first stop in India; the city of Kolkata where all noises came to us like cannon blasting from all direction; the relentless honking of automobiles and the incessant yell from vendors among dozens of other reverberations all comprise a mix tape of mother of all audible uproars.
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The days of traveling and staying in exclusive resorts like suburban home owners not giving a hoot about their neighbors, are long gone...
During our second day of island hopping in Coron, we went to Malcapuya Island about an hour and a half away from the port located near Cor...
Somewhere along the line of our conversation, the topic came upon a fork and swerved left straight into true crimes territory. A dozen s...
Kayangan Lake, which can be found in Coron Island north of Palawan is said to be among the cleanest lake in Asia. Surrounded by rocky mounta...
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 sl...
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On the northern part of Camarines Norte in the Bicol region, facing the wide open Pacific Ocean, a group of islands lies stoically, stil...
There's no way we would've missed out witnessing the daily handling of the torch by darkness to daylight. The idea was to stand ...
The temperature that morning must have felt like 40 degrees Celsius when our group boarded two vehicles heading to Mount Popa. The plain...
It didn't took much effort getting there. The six hour bus ride is nothing compared to the bare living conditions at the island. As ...
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Under a bright blue, cloudy sky, at the receiving end of the beautiful radiance of the sun, we set sail toward our destination: the dotted islands off the coast of Inopacan, which the locals appropriately refer to as Cuatros Islas. Our short boat journey started off with nothing out of the ordinary, looking ahead I fervently wished we could magically cut the distance: Boat rides bore the wits out of me, even if I love hopping from one island to another in this archipelagic country of ours.
Monday, October 19, 2015
I did not rejoice seeing my camel struggle to walk and carry my weight across the vast desert sand dunes of Jaisalmer. In fact, I see a tear form near its eyelids. I pat its back gently and run my palm over its rough skin I hear it made a sound of acknowledgement. I realized I can’t go overly sensitive at their plight – as these kings of the desert have thrived on this landscape performing what it is asked of them; to transport men and supplies across this harsh environment which at the same time pepper the eyes with visually stimulating scenery.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
It was like a hand from heaven came out of the sky and pointed to a spot in the middle of the vast Leyte farmland, and out appeared a spacious campsite and festival grounds encircled by towering trees and green pasture. In the middle stood the main stage waiting to be rocked by the night’s list of musical artists. All around from where I stood, I saw people lying scattered in small groups all over the greens. Almost instantly, I felt the vibe at the The Farm in San Miguel, Leyte mirroring the strong camaraderie harnessed together by the Yolanda survivors, the Leyte residents, and the many volunteers from all over world.