The Pinoy Travel Bloggers Bagets: Bright Meek Stars

when i started to blog about my travels, god sent me unexpectedly and unpredictably, extraordinary people who share the same passion, dream, and wishes.


there have been many of them, that i have met and traveled with, and have known by heart.♥   yes, i have been travelling by myself. but i also give myself a chance to travel with them.

Trek to Mt. Pinatubo on January 28, 2012

Getting Stuck

getting stuck is the last thing i want be.
so while i am alive, i choose to be happy and enjoy my life.
with the resources God blesses me with, of course i use it wisely.
aside from seeing wonderful places and being awed by God's wonders,
i get a bonus: being refreshed, revived, and "reborn"
and be able to have a unique view of the things and people i deal with each day.
so to those people who doesn't have a good word about what i do,
c'mon, maybe you have been stuck, you need to go around a bit,
and see this place that i have been to.
and to those who appreciate why i do what i do,
and would love to do this too,
yes you can! ♥ ♥ ♥

Polomolok, South Cotabato

The name Polomolok was derived from the B’laan term "FLOMLOK’ which means hunting grounds. In the early years, the place where the Poblacion is presently situated was known for its abundance of wild life. 

Fuga Island's Treasure Tales

They got 3 gold bars here.

They got this rock out of this hill and claim that they got the gold bars hidden in this rock.

When some other folks learned about this, people went to the hills and dug to the ground. Not small-time digging, but I mean, big time. No one knew if they got what they were looking for. So don’t ask me. I don’t know too. Was there oil here? I don’t know too.

I heard that there were some century-old jars here kept by the Japanese soldiers. Remember that I mentioned in my other post that there is a cave or a tunnel, where I rode that horse freely? This is where most of the jars where found. And I was even stepping on broken jars while I was appreciating the gorges. The jars were made of… oh I really do not know. But I know someone who owns one of the jars. I think so.

I just saw some rocks scattered all over. A result of the digging.

Fuga Island: Islet of Mabag

Everdearest SBL  ♥ , Sir.

Yes I heard that you own the islet. Wow! I got so curious, that even if they were warning me, I insisted on going.

I rented a boat from the main island. So that I can land my feet on its sands. Maybe my charm worked. So I was able to get in, somehow.

Get in? Oh no! If you read this, am sure it will be a surprise for you. A great surprise! I respect you highly. I was just sight-seeing. J Trying to see the view and the vastness of the sea from your island, from your veranda. I just sat down on the bench from the entrance. I was really shy to get in. I asked the man if I can still go inside, he said yes. Yehey! Yoohoo!

So I went inside your garden. There was a transistor radio, and the music made the ambiance lovelier. I sat there. And watched the sea and the other islet, Barit. What a relaxing way to spend your vacation here. You already! (Ikaw na!) Haha. You are so blessed to have inherited this from your hardworking parents. Oh I really don’t know. I am just assuming you did. As they said, this was owned by your father. I use to hear his name blurted out by my father when I was a young innocent kid. Because my father grew up in Claveria, he somehow knows the prominent names. My mother told me that my aunt used to go to Mabag, as she was friends with… Oh sorry I did not get much of the details. I can ask somebody I know, but I didn’t have the guts to.

Fuga Island's Church Ruins

I had to climb a steep cemented staircase to see this majestic church ruins.

It was noon time. The heat of the sun was penetrating my skin. But this architecture on top of the hill is enchanting!

Fuga Island: Spreading Happiness

These are the times when I have difficulty writing. As I am overpowered by humility, concern, and care. I should have brought much more. That would have brought more smiles, from the young and the old. But my much is not even enough. With the purity of heart and sincerity of spirit, I sailed thru the waves, with the entire valor to conquer my fear of the sea.

I did not know how to start it. I was helped by the family I knew to give. In return, I got guitar playing, singing of Ilocano songs, I did not even understand, but sounded so lovely. All for a cute stuffed toy, toothbrush or for a lunch kit.  We had to raffle it off since I did not so much to give.