Camotes Island: Sunrise

watching the sun as it rises

seated on wet sands as i await 

for the sea waters come to a high 

and conquer the shore

ocean brightens

rays strike to the ground

a dash of blaze in my skin

awakens my soul

excites my heart

a moment in my mind

captured only by my eyes

lingers in my memory

Siquijor: A Tour with Joam & Amjo

when i travel, i just. :)

i ask around and find my way. yes, i travel solo. (that post is under construction in my mind)

but this time, i will try having a tour buddy. recommended by Mervin, the Pinoy Adventurista, when he saw my post, he gave me the contact number. 

meet Joam, tour guide. and Amjo, his tricycle. my tour buddies for the day in SiQuijor.

J - jolly tour guide. when he fetched me at the siquijor port, he was with Amjo. and he called me with his smiling eyes, with a simple nod. cool, he seems nice. in my mind: i am safe.

Larena, Siquijor: Brown Coffee Moments with Nanay Mary

This is Mary. I called her "Nanay" Mary. She is 63 years old.

I planned to take the 5:30am boat/roro from Larena, Siquijor back to Dumaguete, Negros Oriental, to catch my flight with Cebu Pacific going back to Manila.


I woke up at a cold early morning breeze. I was still very sleepy, not being able to complete my usual needed 6-hour sleep. I walked from South Town to the nearby Larena port. In darkness, I found my way, since I already walked the streets of Larena at daylight.


I bought my ticket for the Ocean Jet, then changed my mind and chose to ride the bigger, open air boat. Since I was early, and a little bit dizzy, I walked and found my way at a small store near the port. An old lady was there. I asked, "May kape po kayo? Brown Coffee?" She said, with a very accommodating tone, "Naku, wala na. Teka." Then she left the store. And walked away. She came back with brown coffee in her hand. I smiled. What was in my mind? "She really walked that "extra mile" to look for a brown coffee at the other stores nearby, just for me." I felt special.

Larena, SiQuijor: Chasing The End Of Day

Early morning greets not with sunshine

But raindrops

Stops

At the break of dawn

With gloomy daylight

And drizzles on my face

I walk to see the horizon

Clouds fill my skies

A long wait

For a clear bright blue

Unpromising

Close to twilight

Winds sweep the shade

I run, fast

Chasing the end of day

Amazing Enchanting Light

Singapore: My First Step To Freedom

Having been embraced by my country, the Philippines, for many years since birth has  given me hesitation and fear of getting out of here. But if only I had the courage to apply for a  passport so that I could actually go out of the country, I believe I would have stayed out more than expected. And maybe I would still be out there, somewhere in between continents. And put my self on exile, for a long time, never to be found. However, the heavens did not plan it to happen that way. There was something crazy with my name that is why I lost hope and got lazy in applying for a passport. So when I was issued one, and when I had money to travel, I was determined to fly out.

I considered Singapore as a comfort zone, an extension of the Philippines, as close friends who chose to work there, were there to welcome me. 

At my age, travelling alone outside of the country, was more than an act of  bravery. It was to confirm my long-over due freedom.

 

Cabicungan River, Claveria: My Quiet River Cruise

after a rainy day, the dark clouds disappeared. my heart was looking for more adventure. the river i saw in the morning kept haunting me. (parang creepy naman). basta, it didn't leave my mind.

so i went.

Calanasan, Apayao: Sta. Filomena, Revealed Secret

it is a rainy day.

i waited for the gray clouds to be swept by the wind. no wind.

all geared up to trek, i went to the market area. not much people in the street. unusual. since it had been cold. the people might still be tucked in their thick blankets.

it is november. this month is usually visited by rains and cold winds.
this is when you see people in their sweaters, bonnets, gloves, winter clothes in this upper part of the north.

i was looking for a tricycle driver i seem to know. there was only one. there were people seated on the bench. so i asked if there were anyone else who are bound to my next destination. none of them.

so i rode the tricycle. i stopped over to see this.
in mind: when i come back from where i am going, i will explore this river. name: Cabicungan River
in mind: where is this river coming from? crazy mind? well, i just wanted to know.