Reminiscing the island food I’ve had at Gigantes island. If you’ve not been there, you better plan that trip. It’s so worth it. Just a heads up, I am not sure these days, but when we visited the island last 2013, they have no signal. I’m sure it’s gotten better now.Continue reading
Serene and beautiful. Don’t forget your camera and dive in the fishponds if you can! Continue reading
T’boli dancers graced us after dinner. The costumes as they swirl, the colors they emit—and the ring of bells in their belts and anklets is what I love the most. Punta Isla Lake Resort does not only boast of good food (their tilapia chicharon is a must try!) but also of great dancing with the young T’boli artists. Instruments vary from drums to kuluntang to flute. A solemn prayer is being offered as a sign of permission and thanks to the spirits of instruments are being done everytime they use their preferred musical item. In every dance, a cultural insight of the T’boli tribe are shared. Continue reading
I’m not very good with boats. So when I learned we’re having lunch at a boat at Mountain Lake Eco Resort, I kinda sorta wanted to crawl back to the van and hide, preferably in a fetal position for added drama. But I did not! It’s my first time here in Lake Sebu and new waters are waiting to be conquered. Continue reading
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
I had to bolt out of the house around 7am for this. The body’s natural caffeine kicked in as I, wide eyed from suddenly jumping out of bed and into the taxi, frantically told, in high pitch voice, the driver where to go. Omitting breakfast –which my mother finds unforgivable— assured my arrival on time. But I missed the boat because my companions got stuck in traffic. I was quietly sulking, dreaming of the watermelon shake and pancakes I had to skip. This is karma. But the waiting is not that bad, nothing brewed coffee can’t fix–and the island, as always, is beautiful. Continue reading
So… my feet brought me to Koronadal City to celebrate the T’nalak Festival. Actually, I was late. We were supposed to meet at exactly 6pm. I arrived thirty minutes later. Good thing Chi decided to wait for me while the rest went ahead as scheduled. Otherwise I would have taken the wrong bus and god-knows-what will happen (not the first time though). Chi and I arrived around eleven in the evening at Koronadal City. And the city was alive and busy! Needless to say, it was a three-day-basking full of laughter and dancing with the T’boli and B’laan community.
It was a lazy day. After two days of running around manila, it was nice to lounge on the sand while watching people frolic in the water. Although Manila wasn’t as gloomy as I expected it to be, the sun in Bora was worth visiting over. The island has changed a lot since I last visited it in 2006. More stores are now crowding the area and even more hawkers offering pearl earrings, cellphone plastic cases, massages, and packages that involve diving, parasailing, and the like. Continue reading