Category: Adventure
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Luck at the Playground of the Gods
What does it mean to be lucky? On my first trip up Pulag, luck was finding two friends last-minute to join me on the trek with a random group of people. Luck was having strong brakes that prevented our jeepney from falling off a ridge. Luck was having a raincoat. It was having an emergency…
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To the island of Culion
“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently…
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Climbing Mt. Pulag
It’s three days before Christmas, and I’m in a tent, shivering despite having four layers of clothes on. I’m wearing a bonnet, gloves, and two pairs of socks, yet I can still feel the cold (and yes, it does bother me). I’m starting to wonder if this is what hypothermia feels like. I roll over…
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In which I lose the words to adequately describe the sea
The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t. – Christopher Paolini
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The Magic of Siquijor
Siquijor isn’t a place; it’s a time. Not a ‘where’ but a ‘when.’ The wandering Spanish explorers had called it the “Island of Fire.” Most people know it as a land filled with witchcraft and sorcery. I know it simply as the island where time stands still. There are clear, sparkling waters and lush green…
Trish in Transit 