Recently, news came out that Filipinos may now enjoy visa-free entry to Myanmar. An evident renouncement of reistance and a silver lining to a true democratic future of a nation (Yeah, what do we know about democracy? We are filipinos for god's sake) Early this year,...
My last images of Bagan were the dodgy flashback of a rusty truck-ride and the dizzying blur of 11-hour night bus where Luna (a 2-year old girl) singlehandedly took my sleeping space, pushing me cramped on one side with Monette and Dong Ho. We crossed the...
We snugged our sarongs tightly to our chins to somehow ease the chilly mountain wind. Our friend, Santi, fashioned his Thai pants into a bolero to do the same. We were at the gates of the Malasimbo Music and Arts Festival waiting for our passes to get...
The taxi driver revved and stirred dust as we pulled away from the chaos that is Kathmandu with his outdated Suzuki hatchback. Somewhere in the middle of the trip, he turned his DVD player on, the first time we ever saw one since arriving in...
Alone and confabulated, I dumped my backpack on a corner, slipped in my ribbed jacket and stormed-out the room faster than a receptionist can utter the word "Namaste" on a bad hair day. What's my plan? I do not have a plan. So I wandered aimlessly, crossing...
We pulled away from the port and, as if by divine providence, the sky cleared. If not, we would not have risked the visit to the northern part of Coron Island while the clouds beat the crap out of the ocean. But he was too...