Snaps from a weekend spent in Agno, Pangasinan with friends.
Snaps from a weekend spent in Agno, Pangasinan with friends.
Quezon is becoming a weekend favorite of ours. It used to be Zambales but nowadays our first choice for a weekend getaway is usually Real, Quezon. We would usually stop by at Kuya Jojo’s farm first then head to Real to surf. This trip we didn’t get to surf but Kuya Jojo took us to an island near his farm and we spent the day there, beach bumming and me following Leroy around taking photos.
It was so much fun, we had the island to ourselves and going to the island was an adventure in itself. It was my dog’s first time on a boat and he’s not afraid of the water or a moving vehicle but we had to walk through mud and mangroves and he didn’t like that one bit. I ended up having to carry all 25kg of him and had to lift him up on the boat. I had mud all over me but it was all good. I had a good laugh at Leroy’s face, he looked so miserable for a few minutes then he got over it and really enjoyed the boat ride, throwing his head up in the air and squeezing his way into the best seat on the boat (in the middle) and a friend had to move. Lol.
Went to Diliman with the dog, sister, and her friend Hp. I love the grounds at UP Diliman but I rarely get to explore the area because it’s kinda far from Makati. Had fun eating isaw and of course did an impromptu shoot with my dog.
Siquijor is a small but charming island in Negros Oriental, an hour away via barge from equally charming Dumaguete. If you crave long quiet walks on a beach with powdery white sand, picturesque sunsets with hardly a soul in sight this is the place to go. We rented motorbikes and went around the island checking out nearby waterfalls and beaches. No crowds even if it was a weekend so I asked Arlyn to get some shots of me doing my favorite yoga poses, I liked them so much that I had one printed and will soon hang on my bedroom wall.
Longboarders are going to love the smooth and wide asphalt roads in Siquijor too. I saw a few guys dancing on their boards and damn they were really good. One day, someday! I found myself a short smooth road in front of the place we were staying at and skated for a few hours. Lek and Mac wanted to try also so we took turns, killing time till we had to go back to Dumaguete. 2 and a half hours later we were all stoked as we can be.
It’s hard not to fall for Bali. The surf camp I stayed at didn’t disappoint and was really solo traveler friendly. Traveling solo for 2 weeks made me realize so many things about myself, some things I liked, some still make me cringe. The surf scene in Bali is so different from here at home. There it’s so alive, vibrating, pulsing like a heart beating furiously. There were so many things to see and experience that even 2 weeks seemed too short a stay. Surf wise I got beat up. Their waves are so different from what I’m used to here but it was fun, and celebrating my birthday with a black eye? It’s kinda hard to top that one.
Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
– John Muir
I try to watch what I eat when I’m at home but when I’m traveling all bets are off. I just couldn’t resist, I tell myself no but I end up ordering 2-3 dishes anyway. And though I had second thoughts about this trip Sagada didn’t disappoint, food was so awesome.
Our first stop was the famous Lemon Pie House. They were about to close when we came in, tired and hungry from the 12 hour travel on a not so comfortable bus. Next time we’re definitely renting a van.
Their veggies are good but do not leave, I repeat do not leave without ordering lemon pie. The crust was flaky, buttery and melts in your mouth, the lemon was tart and not overly sweet. I could eat this all day long.
Breakfast the next day was at local coffee joint, Sagada’s version of Starbucks but much homier and had this homegrown artistic vibe going on. Sagada is big on lemon water, it was available everywhere we go.
On our way to the falls we passed by this small snack house owned by Kuya Rey. He served us this version of mango float that had bread instead of just graham crackers, cream, and mangoes. Using bread made it cheaper since graham can be expensive since it needs to be transported up to Sagada. Taste wise it was surprisingly light and just sweet enough. A steal at 10 per slice.
Lunch at the Yogurt house. The veggies here taste sooo good–crunchy and sweet and you can tell that it’s really fresh.
Blueberry cake for my sweet tooth. Nothing extraordinary for this one but so pretty to look at.
Chicken hell. Pinikpikan is a delicacy in this part of the Philippines and I understand it’s part of their culture but nonetheless still shocking to see it with my own eyes. We were at this rock climbing spot and I was cheering one of my friends on when two kids started beating a chicken just right beside me like it was normal. And for them it was. I was so horrified but I held it in and looked away. Anthropology training came in handy. The whole thing seemed so violent. It is violent. I didn’t eat a chicken after that.
Third wheeling with Lance and Gerald who were in Bali for a few days. I had no idea that I’d had so much fun in Ubud. The whole place was picturesque and so fun to explore. We went from one temple to another, did a little shopping, ate at a restaurant beside the rice paddies and took a gazillion photos. We spent a day only in Ubud and it felt like we were in a marathon trying to squeeze in as many sights and temples as we can. Next time I’m definitely staying for at least a week.
A few months ago (seemed so long ago now) I felt like things were going my way, it was unexpected — so many things clicked and for once I thought wow this might actually go somewhere. I laughed a lot, felt loose, and for once was willing to let things just flow naturally. To connect on so many levels and then end up disappointed wasn’t expected but it happened and man was I bummed.
But looking back at it now I’d say that I’m grateful for that experience. I ran to friends and shared what happened, got whipped along the way but they gave sound advice and it was to stay away, that it’s probably not worth it. I resisted at first and then later on realized they were right and what do you know… I even reconnected with someone from my past who gave exactly the same advice. I can be so hard headed sometimes. But it’s all good now. I’d like to think that I handled things with grace (so hard if you know me) and believe it or not I’m more in love with life now than ever. So yeah, cheers to failed stories and new beginnings. <3