My Woohoo Ride: An Evening Bike Ride in Sabtang

Summer. Or Something Like It.

Summering has always been fun.

Even under the blazing heat of the sun.

But this summer was more than hot. I got burnt.

Toasted, both sides.More on the inside.It hurt, big time.

West Philippine Sea’s Kalayaan Island: Project GIVE PagAsa, An Unexpected Gift Giving

Giving has always been something my heart leaps to. 
Something I really do not write about. 
Or talk about.
Something I just do. 
Because for me it is an act where language would not be enough to articulate how it feels like. 

Puerto Princesa, Palawan: A Sanctuary at Subli Guest Cabins

After an almost three hour ride from one of the Spratly Islands, Isla PagAsa, a home-y cabin is apt to shelter a warmed heart. Subli Guest Cabins .

Makati: Rain or Shine At The Junction Hostel

I live by myself in Manila and I really do not need to be sheltered in another home. But sometimes, I just feel the need to visit friends or relatives, eat, and sleep in their homes around Manila. For a change. 

Staying in a hostel in Manila would be the last option. Because I can always go home or knock at my friends’ or relatives’ homes. But when I travel, I go to a hostel. When I went to Beijing, China; in Cameron Highlands, Malaysia; in Melaka, Malaysia; in Banwa, Puerto Princesa; in Camotes Island, Cebu; in Siquijor; and many others. I love staying in hostels.

When I entered Junction Hostel in Makati, I was thrilled. The wide common area, which is also the dining area, looks comfortable and friendly. 

Vigan, Ilocos Sur: Part 2 ~ Where Angels Emerge in Heritage Town

I roamed around the city. I hopped in a salon, had caramel coffee at Marsha’s, and let the hours pass by at Calle Crisologo, again, watching people,  with Purple Heart parked beside me. Still overwhelmed by the people I have met, Vida & Tita Ima. 

I tried to contact a fellow blogger, Edmar of Edmaration.com, for an empanada dinner. We motorbiked around, and met his breezy friends. Then we went dancing in the club. I shook the hands of the Governor, and the Vice Governor, and had some cocktail drinks with new acquaintances.

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.