Trish in Transit

I have been trying over the past days to come up with the right words to describe Culion. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say; it’s that I have too many – too many words, moments, thoughts, stories….

It’s lots of the small things, really.  We – Guido, Ryan, and I – were there for different reasons. Guido is a co-owner of a tour business there (check out Kawil Tours); Ryan came along to set up an Aquaponics prototype (check out Bahay Kubo Organics); and I…well, I was there to cheer them on (?) and take photos and write stories and stuff (check me out).

When the year started, I was panicking about work and health and life, in general. I had nothing planned whatsoever, not even trips, and that frightened me. I only knew that I wanted to write – to uncover the stories worth telling and write about them in a way that gets people thinking and feeling. I never expected to find myself in the northernmost part of Palawan, for eight days, in an island that used to be a leprosarium, where electricity is only from 12 noon to 12 midnight; where the sunsets are gorgeous, and the sunrises even more so; and where everything above the sea and below it will leave you at a loss for words – or an abundance of them.

Seriously, I could go on and on about Culion, but for now I leave you with these photos. Point is, I am truly grateful for this experience. I miss the people terribly (especially the kids!) and I hope to come back again soon. 🙂