The Neolithic Rock Art Petroglyphs of Angono | Rizal

July 25, 2018


When Benelyn and I was planning our mini road trip in Rizal, we came up with a handful of places to visit. I pitched the Wind Mill Farm in Pililla while she suggested the Petroglyphs in Angono. “You haven’t been?” I asked her in a surprised tone since she live in the same town. “Never been” she answered me. “Great, same here”, I told her. Problem solved. Ditching spontaneity, we now have a road trip destination.

Petroglyphs of Angono
The Petroglyps of Angono was included in the 1996 World Monuments Watch

A Dark Night inside Langun Gobingob Cave in Samar

July 21, 2018

I awoke disoriented from a deep slumber. Probing for clues on my whereabouts, I looked up at the darkness above me expecting to see trails of scattered stars. Instead all I saw was pitch black. Slowly, it dawned on me that I dozed off the night before on a hammock inside a cave where we went on an overnight spelunking. A cave where the ceiling rose as high as 200 feet. I checked my watch and it shows 6:35 a.m. It was daytime outside, but inside this cave, an infinite dark night. I stood up and packed my things as we prepared for breakfast before making our way out at the other end. Excited to proceed, I mentally prepared myself for the rigorous routes that awaited us in the many chambers of Langun Gobingob.

Audrey Nagant Langun Gobingob Cave

Postcard Series: Travel Bloggers in Nong Khiaw | Laos

July 14, 2018


From left to right: Laugh Travel Eat, Kat Pegi Mana: Where Is Kat Going?, Global GallivantingOrange WayfarerNo Mundo da PaulaExplore with Ecokats and myself.

Not in this photo are (they're probably napping at this time): a couple traveler from ðŸ‡¦ðŸ‡º, a legendary Man On The Lam, another couple traveler Wanderers & Warriors and a kabayan Out & About in Southeast Asia.

Beer the Blues Away: a non-alcoholic’s guide to befriending beer during tumultuous times

July 12, 2018


I consider alighting from a breakup as a badge of honor akin to surviving a deadly war battle. I say this without pissing at the memories of the young men and women who fought during World Wars I and II. Mine was a figurative shot through the heart. Still, I felt pain after numerous romantic fragmentation I underwent. Each time I manage to get out of it a stronger person. I pick up the pieces as I labored on with life. Painfully, but not totally lost. Thanks to a new friend who came in with varying taste and alcohol level.

Witnessing the Ethnic Kaamulan Festival in Malaybalay, Bukidnon

July 01, 2018

The Araguaney tree blooming with yellow leaves behind me provided a vibrant prelude to what I was about to witness. As the marching drums of the twelve participating contingents in the street dance competitions, starts to pound foot stomping beats, I can feel the vibe of Kaamulan Festival becoming more electrifying.

Celebrating the indigenous culture of Bukidnon, the festival highlights the dynamic enactments from the province’s seven ethnic groups; Manobo, Higaonon, Bukidnon, Talaandig, Umayamnon, Matigsalug and the Tigwahanon – into a yearly occurrence showcasing their traditions, rituals and way of life.

Participants at the Kaamulan Festival