Saturday, December 31, 2016

2016: On Things Other Than Traveling


Photos from 2016 show fantastic things that happened to me this year (throwbacks included), but the real best things weren't caught on camera. Traveling was still a huge part of my year but more than these experiences, 2016 was a year of self-discovery. I'll call it the year I came to terms with my own titahood.


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The year that was

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

Stumbling Into Jeepney Hostel and Rediscovering Boracay



Boracay is still gorgeous with its white sand beaches, stunning sunsets, and superb internet connection (I need this for work) but my disenchantment stems from what I see is an unsustainable growth in the tourism sector. The last time I was here, I was that b*tch who complained about everything -  it's too crowded, people don't care about their trash, the traffic in this tiny island, and exorbitant prices at least for a backpacker.

I didn't realize that staying in the right place would somehow change my mind.

I reluctantly included this stop in my Visayas trip to take a friend around the island. While walking to Mt. Luho Viewpoint, I spotted this hostel right by the corner of the road. The place looked laid-back, with its pool table, hammocks, and a bamboo bridge between room areas. Since I needed a place to stay for the night, I went ahead and got myself a bed in the dorm room.

"Some places make you feel at home and Boracay right now just doesn't feel like one," I wrote three days ago.

Funny how this changed after a few days.

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Add a billiards table to this photo of downstairs area - Photo from Jeepney Hostel's Facebook Page

Monday, October 17, 2016

The Real Halloween Special: Haunted Road Trip with Experience PH


It's that time of the year when we are all allowed to be scared shi*tless.

And no I don’t mean scaring yourself with a semi-terrifying, semi-cute bloody nurse or a slightly gory but really sexy, shirtless hunter showing off his abs. No.

I mean being haunted by the kind of stories that make it to the Magandang Gabi Bayan Halloween Special.

If you were a 90’s kid, Halloween means watching Noli de Castro in his ghastliest appearance as he narrates paranormal stories. It means covering your face and peeking through your hands when it's time for all those too realistic reenactments of floating caskets, drifting white ladies, and red-eyed devils. That’s the sort of thing that I miss with the Halloween of the 90’s.

So last year, we decided to scare ourselves ala Magandang Gabi Bayan style.

We ended up sleeping in a haunted house.