Our first day in Palawan can be described as a rough patch for many people in terms of traveling. Not in my case though, part of the joy of traveling are the in-between going from point A to B to C and so on. I was eagerly anticipating the seven-hour bus trip from Puerto Princesa to El Nido. As driven as I am to be a road warrior, I never expected the cruel stretch of dirt road at the last 50 or more kilometers of the trip. It's the part of the journey made tougher by being aboard an ordinary bus. Looking back though, it was one of the best bus moments of my life. The awesome scenery, grinding bumps and near defecating dust made it all memorable and in a crazy way, fun experience.
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
I used to do a lot of hiking way back during College years, when my knee joints and legs muscles are still in top notch condition. Lately, all the climbing I do are on the LRT and MRT stairs, I even curse everytime I come across a busted escalator. But that's about to change since I now have my own tent, cookset, an ever improving stamina and a desire to chill in ultra cold peaks. I was re-introduced again to hiking when Christine, an avid climber and runner pitched the idea of a weekend atop Mount Pulag. I hurriedly said yes, since I missed out an opportunity to climb Mt. Pulag at least thrice during my hiking days, for reasons varying from lack of allowance money, conflict with university class schedule and other factors. It was an awesome weekend spent together with fellow travelers Gay, her husband Sherv, Izah, her boyfriend Joseph, master photographer Erick and Olay, with special mention to our pretty guide, Ditas - who will be wrapping up her education course at the University of Baguio in the coming university year. Here is a music video I created from the limited material I shot around Mount Pulag. The song is "Umagang Kay Ganda", which was covered by the band Bamboo. (click the wheel button to set the resolution to 480 for better viewing)
Thursday, May 24, 2012
After our crypt incursion in Nagcarlan we proceeded to the "Tsinelas" town of Liliw, Laguna. The place is filled with stores selling the weapon of choice against cockroaches and other bugs, shopaholics like my friend Cathy will have a grand day choosing from the thousands of pair of shoes and slippers here. She was like "I'll end up buying three pairs a day here". Okay, from that rate, she'll become the next Imelda Marcos in 3 years.
Monday, May 21, 2012
It was raining when we woke up and the skies remained gloomy when it ceased spilling left-over fresh spit. The drizzle left the numerous plants and trees around Villa Sylvia resort dripping and the grass slippery and muddy. We left Abigail's unopened Tanduay rum and Fundador to one of the caretakers as token of niceties. Abigail left the previous day after concluding our lake hopping trip in San Pablo to attend a family gathering. That left me and Cathy to finish off the weekend by checking out the Underground Cemetery in Nagcarlan.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Like a virus swept by the reckless winds in all four directions of our world, this blog tagging game originated from HostelBookers has reached me through a few people whom I shared the same passion of traveling and photography. I was first tagged by Paul of WALK FLY PINOY - an avid backpacker who just concluded a long term backpacking trip in Asia. Then, the world-blogosphere famous writer of "Date a Girl Who Travels" Aleah of Solitary Wanderer tagged me again just to make sure I join in on this awesome way, of telling readers how a photograph can relive memories of travels long after the trip itself. These photographs lingers on in our memories and eventually plays a part in how we see the world, think back and reflect from the places, people, traditions and varying cultures we've experienced. Still, after sitting on this post for quite a while, having difficulty choosing my own photographs I decided to let it linger, until another two kindred souls Catherine of Seeking Felicity and Ding of The Pinoy Explorer double tagged me with finality.
Monday, May 14, 2012
At the dawn of Saturday me and Cathy were already at the JAC liner terminal in Buendia in Taft, waiting for our another traveling companion Abigail - who unknown to us that time was spent on a drinking spree a few hours before. Still, Abigail managed to be late only a few minutes after six am. It was my first time to meet her and soon awkwardness became like a familiarity, like we've known each other for quite some time, especially after she took out the Tanduay Rum from her bag when we're having breakfast at Cafe Lago.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Sometimes too much sun exposure can cause your eyes to tear or redden, like I do when I find myself in prolonged staredown with the bright blue skies. As a traveler, I've grown fond of just looking outside the bus window and amaze myself at the wonderful scenery. By a beach, a mountain or at the side of the road, looking at the Earth's colors sometimes takes a beating on my eyes. While, I am not really comfortable with wearing tinted eyeglasses. I decided to try out a non-tinted eyeglass from Firmoo to at least put some kind of protection on my eyes from nature's elements.
|Quickly transforms a terrorist looking man into a bespectacled University Professor|