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Kalinga, Philippines: How To Get To Buscalan

I was still reeling from the effects of the eighteen-hour bus+jeep rides and the one hour hike. But with one look at the tinay’talu (rice bundles) pattern in Lane Wilcken’s book Filipino Tattoos: Ancient To Modern — which we borrowed from mambabatok Whang-Od/Fang-od — I knew I unintentionally found a mark that will finally represent…

2013 Thus Far: The Third Quarter

Woke up under an argentine sky. On my almost two decades-old, Peanuts printed sheet. Philippine home now, and will be gone again all too soon. Where to? Hopefully to a shack sitting on a Byron Bay trailer park which we’re eyeing to live in for months. You read that right. Months. We’re quite traveled-out. And…

3 Years On Earth. 3 Years of Wandering.

She’s made in China and holds two passports. Under twenty kilos but has stepped foot on more than twenty countries in six continents. She’s never been potty trained but she could prolly buckle an airplane’s seat belt with her eyes closed. People think she’s a late talker but neither English nor Tagalog was the first…

A Craving To Travel More

Been almost two months since we arrived home. I remember being asked, “When’s your next trip?” by everyone, and we have not even settled in yet. Because the past three years we rarely settled anywhere for long. And everyone seems to know this for a fact. “I need a vacation from vacation. No travel plans…

Photo Essay-ish: The Carnival That Cost Us An Arm And Leg… And Almost Our Marriage

A squabble escalated to a heated debate at a quaint guesthouse in Lima, Peru. “Hell no! Two-hundred-freakin’ dollars each?!”, hubby delivered in his usual monotone but he was obviously upset. “But we’re already on the same continent and we’ll be in Brazil during carnival season! It is no coincidence!”, I was on the brink of…

Tacking Point Lighthouse, Port Macquarie, Australia: Cutest Lighthouse We’ve Seen, Ever!

We helped ourselves to a light brekkie. Our tummies were still quite cramped with the previous night’s fantastic bolognese dinner that Chris, our Couchsurfing host, prepared for us. Though mildly handicapped with a leg cast (he and a fellow backpacker got thrown off a motorbike in Vietnam or Cambodia or somewhere), Chris worked swiftly in…

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