We walked the noisy streets of Iloilo, eating cheap hamburgers, Banana-cues, and Mangos, knowing a plane was waiting to take us back. But had we not had those miles between us, had their lives not been so different and mysterious to me, had our paths not continue to diverge further and further over the years, had there been less pain in our parting, perhaps we would have enjoyed those humid months a lot less. It was in these moments of realization that I had the best mangos.
It’s cold out here. With this whole polar vortex deal, going anywhere is a Herculean task what with my lazy self never having invested in proper snow boots, gloves, or a plane ticket to Miami. And so here I was sitting on a cold subway… Read More
They’ve got it all wrong. You see, most Philippine travel blogs (not the ones written by rich balikbayans talking about their latest jaunt to the Mall of Asia or the ones who can afford to stay at Boracay Station 1 away from the unwashed masses… Read More