What Happens After 6PM
“Saan na ang mga engkanto, kuya?” The sounds of laughter and loud splashes fill the air as tourists jump into the sapphire waters. It is noon and we are having a hefty lunch of grilled pork and fish on one of the tables near the Enchanted River. I am disconcerted by the noises, but Kuya…
Culion Photo Diary
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….
The Crowning Glory
“We actually didn’t want to bring you here first.” One of the boatmen has just jumped into the sparkling waters, a thick, blue cord in hand. Why not? I ask. “Because every other coral reef will seem ugly afterwards,” Guido shrugs. He points to the swimming boatman and explains we can’t drop anchor because the corals are shallow so he needs…
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…