Vigan, Ilocos Sur: Part 1 ~ Where Angels Emerge in Heritage Town

I claim that I always go to Vigan. I do not really go as much. I pass by all the time. Or stay hours. Not really stay stay, if you know what I mean. I pass through Vigan all the time because I love its romantic, lovely mood.

I carried my bike Purple Heart in the bus. Whatever is going upnorth. And bam! Vigan!

I slept in a deluxe bus and woke up past sunrise just in time for this picturesque view. Then I realized, since I biked from home to the main road in Manila to get a cab for me and Purple Heart, and I only carried the lightest backpack ever since I started to travel, I forgot all of them, my camera.

I did not worry, though. I am not after photos in this trip, anyway. But am thrilled to see this, even if it was the millionth moment, captured it, while I am in a speeding bus.

My Way Back Into Love

It was a complicated year. And I resist recalling. It essentially started grand. I remembered being in one of my favourite islands, Batanes. Then all that followed, month after month, were something worth forgetting. Really. My heart was crushed and broken. In between those tough times, I tried to scribble my feelings into notes. I realized that there is just so much f*cking sh*t of humans who chose to desecrate their lives and beauty ~ of misery, hatred, and disgust, that they even crave for each one to suffer the same way. Bam! 

Each day I had to persuade myself that the best is yet to come. I knew that it will.

Batanes: The Difference

My third visit in the island of Batanes provided me with impromptu selfies. It is a realization of perspectives.

I will post photos of my first, second and third visits. I mesmerize until now of the difference in the photos. And the reason behind the way it was shot is a puzzle to me that wants to be validated by my own mind. 

I deny overthinking. But I leave it to my friends. Because until now, I am speechless why my photos are the same but different, if you know what I mean.

I was gallivanting & giving in Batanes in December 2013 to January 2014, April 2014, and October 2014. I just cannot find other photos. 

Here goes:

Scene 1

January 11, 2014

October 14, 2014

Batanes: The Sweet Moving On

I usually liked taking photos of myself facing the camera, courtesy of my tripod.

Lately, I noticed, the photos, old and new, seemed different and I appreciated it more.

The walking forward emerged to me as a symbol of moving on to something. And I feel free-er thinking about it, attracting the vibes.

Whatever it is, I hope to know soon.

The Child Who Travels In Me

I started to read the ebook and I read all from the first page. This is the part that struck me this morning and I like this most, "the child from whom this grown up grew."


To Leon Werth

I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children--although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:

TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY

-The Little Prince



Let me tell you why I can relate to these words.


Last weekend I went to Baler, Aurora Province with my bodyboard, which is a hand me down from my brother and my nephew. Yes I had to get it to keep my young nephew safe away from the strong waves of Claveria.


A month earlier, I was in Claveria, Cagayan Valley, in that beautiful beach of Sentinela; I was playing with the waves. And I felt happy and did not want to leave the beach. And I was praying for a time to do it again.

TV Stint: State Of The Nation ni Jessica Soho - Assignment Pilipinas

I giggle when I see myself on television.

Sharing with you my very simple appearance in this news segment. I am at the last part. You can move forward or wait patiently.


It is true that you can never expect "pasalubong" from me except the great unwritten stories which i often call "untold stories" which you can only hear from me, that i can tell over and over again. Because it is the memories that linger more than the photos and material souvenirs.


Also, because of this appearance, I became the whistle lady. And it is true, that I used to bring a whistle in my solo travels. It was a sentimental gift from a friend, Archie Pinzon. It got lost when I was in Coron. It was never replaced. I still have one metal whistle. And I wish to buy a plastic one, Spalding brand, to replace the lost gift.


Hope to have more tv appearances so that I can share some tips to many people and inspire them that solo travel is safe, as long as safety is first!


Buy your whistle guys!

http://www.gmanetwork.com/news/video/199127/stateofthenation/solo-backpacking-nauuso

Travel is Breaking Free