Category: Travel
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The Road to Culion
This is what lies before us: the bow of a boat (a faded sky blue with pale yellow borders) and on its sides, a wooden ladder and rust encrusted anchor, both lying in wait. Behind these material objects, a cerulean road stretches in all directions as far as the eye can see, dazzling in its immensity, dizzying in its inconstancy. Straight ahead, still…
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The Dreamweaver
On meeting Lang Dulay, the famous dreamweaver of Lake Sebu, Cotabato: I wanted to take a photo of her hands, but when I motioned for her to lay them out, she shook her head and instead hid them in the folds of her beautifully patterned blouse. She muttered something to her granddaughters, who were sitting across from…
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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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A good reason to wake up at three in the morning
There are only three reasons why I would get up insanely early: 1. I need to cram for a deadline, 2. I want to watch the sunrise, or 3. I have to go on a trip. Fortunately, this one fell under the last category. I’ve had “Trek to Pinatubo” on my bucket list for the longest time, and…
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Ocean sun and salt
On a whim, my friend, Pat, and I got on a bus to La Union and went straight to the Flotsam and Jetsam hostel. It was perfect timing, really, because everyone had just gone home from a long weekend of drinking and partying (from dusk ’til dawn, we were told), so we had the hostel all to ourselves.
Trish in Transit 