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Mambukal Resort, Murcia, Negros Occidental: Two Months And Seven Falls On The Way

Mother’s Day, and it feels good to be unexpectedly “home”. While we celebrate the family’s rare togetherness over a more-than-the-ordinary lunch, I am reminded of my early expectant months three years ago and the adventures my hubby and I purposely got into — to take my mind of our unplanned pregnancy. Back then we were…

Bagan Bound: A New Dimension Of Crazy

How I managed to keep my jaded brain somehow alert those twenty-nine hours is beyond me… What challenged my mortal body and wit: a couple of sleepless flights (wee hours layover in between), a quickie Yangon city tour, and a looong van ride to Bagan with a two year old sans the hubby. Sure I…

Filipinos On Long-Term Backpacking: The Great Depression (Part 2)

“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” – Jodi Picoult In case you missed the traveler memorandum, this is to remind you that the journey ain’t all party buckets and postcard-worthy photos. Homesickness, being broke, and…

Case Of The Missing Mermaid Ariel Carry On

Pandemonium around the belt. It was quite unsettling. And there’s only one in Dili’s teensy Presidente Nicolau Lobato International Airport. My daughter Luna and I stood in confusion while the hubby fought his way through the ferocious crowd to fish out our luggage. Everyone seemed to be in a rush even though there was no…

That Psychedelic Village Named Nimbin

Duuude, it’s 420! We ain’t celebrating with a slice of space cake though. No Puff, The Magic Dragon either. To commemorate this uhm, counterculture holiday, let’s do a different kind of “trip”, shall we? A psychedelic visual trip. The talk of spliff takes me down two travel memory alleys. That of Amsterdam’s (where possession of …

Filipinos On Long-Term Backpacking: The Great Depression (Part 1)

We came. We saw. We conquered. Conquered our fears. Conquered our doubts. Conquered financial hurdles. We quit our jobs, booked those irresistible seats on sale, traveled on a shoestring for months and finally saw the world beyond glossy magazine pages. Beyond Facebook timelines. We ignored all that bull people said about us, especially the one…

Ulaanbaatar Walking Tour, Mongolia: The Long And Dusty Road

To climb, or not to climb? Our brows asked for the sake of asking. Hubby and I were eyeing Zaisan Memorial from the foot of a Sakyamuni image in Buddha Park. The cold has not bitten the lowlands, and we chose to keep our arses out of below-ten-degrees-celsius-harm’s way. So our answer was quite predictable….

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