Brave The Waves

Sep 17

A Backpacker’s Photo Diary: Davao

Hop on a plane, head to the foothills of Mt. Apo, work the whole day, then wake up at dawn to have breakfast by the beach? No problem. Just kidding, there were times when I wanted to pass out, but I was super excited for this Davao trip because I was with one of my favorite people in the world—Mary!

When we first met at work years ago, we immediately clicked, like bluetooth connected levels. What I love about her is she’s so real, and she’s like that perfect cocktail drink, strong enough to amp you up with the right buzz, while also allowing you to still have meaningful conversations. She’s amazing at what she does too, never hesitates to help anybody out, and all the while manages to see the brighter side of things.

This is one of the reasons why I have a blast being sent on out of town business trips with her. We always have a great time. I can’t wait to see her again when I go home next year, and have new adventures together.

Brave the waves,

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Sep 16

Quick Coffee Date

These were taken on a blistering, hot February afternoon in 2013 at Craft Coffee Workshop in QC, before they closed down, and reemerged later that same year. It was my first time to drink cold brew out of a wine glass, and I felt all introspective and deep and refined, while Carlo facepalmed and humored me. He’s a great man. Ever uncomplaining, he would suck it up, indulge me in taking me to these kinds of spaces, and stoke my ridiculous obsession with coffee. True love.

Brave the waves,

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Sep 12

A Backpacker’s Photo Diary: Bais

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Absolute highlight of this trip: having live chickens beside me, as I sat in a battered van with the windows rolled down, to get to the Manjuyod Sandbar in Bais. I still couldn’t figure out what made me decide to stay behind in Dumaguete, when the rest of my friends had already headed home after our Siquijor getaway. I had no clear cut game plan, no (silly) existential crisis of the month, no desperate need to escape from everything. And yet there I was, traveling solo, brushing off the occasional stray feather, enjoying listening to all the clucking, and hopping on a small banca upon reaching the port.

It was just me, the fishermen, and this slice of paradise.

Traveling by myself had been part of my job for the past seven years, and you’d think that I’d get so used to it, nothing would amaze me anymore. But my heart still beat wildly as I saw the clear waters, and felt the sun burning my skin. I couldn’t help but feel small and thankful talking to the locals as they pulled the fishing net together, and cheered as they checked their fresh catch of the day. I thought that this trip had no purpose, but it turned out it was one that I needed all along.

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Brave the waves,

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