limestones. monkeys. sunbathing monitor lizard. pristine waters. fine white sand.
Kramas is a traditional scarf/bandana of the Khmers that usually comes either red or blue in Gingham patterns. A Cambodian national symbol, Kramas are worn to cover faces, carry children, and even folded to use as hammocks. The tradition of hand weaving kramas dates back to over thousands years. Continue reading
Mandatory sunrise photo of the Angkor Wat Temple.
A perfect example of Khmer architecture—thus when in Siem Reap, one must always drop by Angkor Wat Temple. Aside from being the King’s mausoleum, this temple was also constructed for the Hindu God, Vishnu . I was here in 2010 and was in awe –and even now, years later, Angkor Wat Temple still amazes me. Continue reading
The alarm didn’t go off as expected. I have to be up by 6:30am to get ready for the 7:30am call time, as set (and firmly he did) by our team leader. In case, you are wondering who, it is the travel teller that’s gonna lead our pack today. Like drugged sacrificial lambs, all participants for the Davao Bloggers’ Tour individually arrived at the already packed Matina Branch of McDonalds. People, grouped in shirts of the same colors (sky blue was the most dominant), was loudly preparing for cheers I could not remember being instructed. Turned out they were ADDU college students, and my group, instructed to wear a red shirt for the activity, seamlessly fitted in while the others (we are four different groups) were looking like high school misfits with their mix and match shirts. Oooh they would have rolled their eyes had I brought my sticks for our mini flags (chattee got her boards ready for it). Too bad, it would have been an overkill– and I meant that as a compliment. Anything fun and outrageous is forgivable this day.
Perked up (be it caffeine driven or not–doesn’t matter), we sped off to our first stop, the Japanese Tunnel. It’s along diversion road. I initially thought Japanese tunnel was located in Samal. Good thing nobody asked me. I would have confidently led them to a different place… Continue reading
It was a gloomy day. Turbulence welcomed me while I was still in the plane. Wet pavements was the city’s red carpet and I, despite the dark and eerie weather, felt light and happy. I was wearing my new havas (thanks to Girlieanne)–white and gold, too pure to step on muddy streets. But slippers are slippers, and they are meant for the feet. And when they are for a pair owned by someone like me, the flops, cherished and loved, will be contested to endless wanderings. Continue reading
Guess who dropped by Hong Kong for a visit? Yep, my ever partner in crime, Girlieanne! It’s nice to see a familiar face again. Living in Hong Kong is great and the people I meet everyday is very interesting…but old friends from the place you grew up in can bring this type of warmth and comfort that new experiences, no matter how great they are, cannot give.