You have to Two options, A.) a short one (Php400/person) where you walk 45min to the cave and you crawl the limestones for about 5 hours or B.) a longer and more difficult version of option A (Php500/person) where you end up in another cave. Both are worth doing, depends on your stamina. I hated the stairs at the end of the tour though, it effin made me tired. You will hate it too— after sliding on limestones, crawling and squeezing into small holes, hanging on ropes, and playing in the water (yep, there’s an underground river somewhere).
For your cave tour in Sagada, go to the Tourism office and pay an environmental fee of Php30. The sweet lady at the counter will assign you your guide. If you are lucky, like us, you get to be invited to a bonfire in a local farm where they will cook pinikpikan, a local chicken dish of Sagadian, for you. So be nice to your tour guides, they have access to unlimited supply of lettuce and more *wink wink Continue reading
When I was in Banaue, a sweet couple told me of this art museum in Antipolo. Thus, when I reached Manila after my Baguio trip, I arranged a mini-adventure to Antipolo. When I entered the art museum, the portrait of head hunter tattoo artist the people of the north call Wang-Ob (Fang-Ob for the city dwellers) welcomed me. I was not disappointed.
How to get there:
Get you ass to San Juan, Antipolo and ask the trycicle drivers where Pinto Museum is. Continue reading
That concert inside the closet where we had 10,000 ants for fans.
I’ve never wondered why we are friends. You, on the other hand, asked me —-and I mustered a half-baked excuse of something I could not remember.
Maybe it was the crazy “cutter” days of joys that we had in high school.
How you terrified Jeffrey then. Or maybe it was the carefree attitude I had. Like how I was never really bothered by your psychotic fits (remember, how you would silently threaten anyone with anything sharp?). Or maybe, it was my shallow personality that never really needed any deep reason to laugh at anything silly no matter how corny the jokes are (not that you throw jokes anyway–but i laugh still). Or can it be the books? Aaahh! must be the books indeed! Before we got intellectual and funny with Carl Sagan and Tom Sharpe, it was harlequin romance novels then (and Fabio on the covers). When I got so hooked up, I wouldn’t leave my room and my mother thought I was into drugs. I think your mom, on the other hand, stern and strict, told you to pack it up and give it away.
That and the Sailormoon trips we indulged in after classes. Our mutual love for Mamuro Chiba was borderline nuerotic but it illuminated our path towards advocating anime galactic peace. We found our first advocacy. Continue reading
Off the coast of Carles and Estancia in Northern Ilo-ilo lies the Island of Gigantes. Surrounded by pristine waters, the island is a perfect sanctuary for those seeking a place of refuge outside the city
I fell in love with Barcelona. If Paris, to me, seems like a very handsome guy waking up to a head splitting hang-over, Barcelona would be that playful innocent rogue — lively, vibrant, happy, and a bit of a daredevil (crumpled shirt and all). Exactly the man of my dreams. Continue reading
Cebu was lovely. I was there for a week to celebrate Sinulog. But I’m not posting festival photos. I’m sure, with the hundreds of people present (and snapping photos) at the festival, you will find hundreds of Sinulog photos in google. I’m posting photos of Colon instead. Colon is that market in Cebu where people are most scared to take their cellphones out because snatching was not theft but art. Don’t get me wrong. It is a lovely place to be however if you are one helluva-paranoid, I suggest you take your xanax before visiting the place. Continue reading
Source of the River Sorgue, Fontaine de Vaucluse
is the biggest spring in France.
So maybe I am feeling nostalgic today.
I woke up to a foggy day. Something to do with things being white and blurry that makes you recede back in your thoughts. The mind is a dangerous place to explore on your own…It’s how people commit suicides without them meaning to –it’s as if they just got carried away only to find that they either come back limping for the rest or their lives of they give their earthly space for the living. The earth is suffering from overpopulation too, they might as well do the right thing and fade away.
Not that I feel like taking my own life. I care (well not enough anyway) neither for the growing population nor climate change, I am hanging on to dear life. I am selfish like that. And yes, I silently cuss and mutely ask for death when I walk on the effin cobblestones they have here in Lacoste but so does everybody. If God was so obliging, he could have gotten rid of us, but pathological shallowness does not count as a reason to obliterate. Continue reading
In Mersailles right now– and yes enjoying every minute of it. I’m here for school. I am currently in an off-campus program here in Lacoste and will be in France till November. Afterwhich, I am free to backpack Europe till December 2.
Below are photos of the Apt market, the closest market we have in Lacoste. Apt market is located near Bonnieux — an hour ride away from us, and is the biggest of the Luberon Weekly Markets. The gig happening here has been happening for 900 years now. In Apt Market, you will see local perfumes fabric, herbs, toiletries, and other little things are just equally delightful. It is also a food haven featuring cheesses and nougats and other local treats. Continue reading