Hometown Getaway: Liang Beach and Suba River


Na-miss ko ang magblog!

Nakakamiss ang cyberspace. Ang essence ng blogosphere. Medyo nakakatamad lang talaga nitong nakaraang buwan dahil walang inspirasyon, walang internet sa barko, at walang pumapasok sa utak ko. Nang nakababa naman ako, naggagala, na-busy sa pag asikaso ng Bachelor's Degree, gala ulit, sumubok manligaw/mabasted, gala ulit, at nabi-busy sa review. At ngayon, nagrereview pa rin.

Kamakailan ko lang naayos ang tambak nang mga pictures at videos sa computer ko. At kanina ko lang naayos ang isa sa mga video ng mga gala ko. Sabi nga nila, "a picture is worth a thousand words," sabi ko naman versus pictures, a video is worth a thousand more. Kaya ngayon, isa ang travel vid na 'to sa mga pinaggagagawa ko nitong nakaraan.

Narealize ko na hindi ko na pala kailangang lumayo para hanapin ang gusto kong getaway. Nasa sariling hometown ko lang pala, sa Bicol. Baka ganun din siguro si Poreber, wala sa malayo, nasa malapit lang. (naks!)

Anyway, eto na talaga. Liang Beach at Suba, sa Sta. Magdalena, Sorsogon. Kasama ang mga tunay na may dugong marino, napasisid din ako. At sakaling magawi ka roon, I'll be glad na maging tour guide mo. (Basta naroon din ako.)😄 😁 😆 

Note: No animal was harmed in the making of this video.





Accomplished: Bicol Getaway and Trumpets Challenge


      What will happen if your friends are as crazy as you are?

      We all experienced few boring months on board and we decided to go channel our inner Enrique Gil and Maja Salvador during our eight-day Bicol Getaway. From  Sta. Magdalena, Sorsogon to Pili, Camarines Sur; whether it's on top of a hill or deep inside a cave, walang makakapigil sa aming sumayaw.

     Check our travel video below, and please be reminded that you need to take an extra caution when taking a bath on a hot spring. :)




A Prelude To Another Vacation: Port Moresby



We have the tendency to become afraid of things we do not know. The fear of the unknown somehow lingers on our minds despite the current advancement of  technology. Be it because of what we heard or read, that fear is being magnified by stories from other people that turned out to be full of either exaggerations or personal opinion with no basis on actual facts. However, that fear stops when we are able to prove that such stories are nothing less than urban legends and rumors far from the truth.

I was actually afraid of making a transit in Papua New Guinea. I have read about road crimes, security guards being knock-out by thieves at night, malaria, and other things that apparently makes PNG  a dangerous place in South Pacific. I have heard some of my crew mates telling stories about people throwing rocks on taxis, people roaming around the city with their bolos and cannibals in the mountains. I have had so much of those stories that it somehow instilled fear on me, and I almost choose to stay in the hotel until our flight back to Manila despite our two-day stay and my plans of doing few sight-seeing in Port Moresby.

Things turned out to be different when we disembarked last Saturday (June 4). There are some roads under construction on our way to the city and few people sitting by the roadside waving at us. I didn't feel threatened at all, instead, I was surprised to find out that Port Moresby is similar to some areas back in the Philippines. When we arrived at the hotel, we were welcomed by the hospitable ambiance and hotel personnel who immediately attended to our luggage.


Isang Balik-tanaw sa Tag-init

Ganitong-ganito rin ang panahon noon. Mainit at nakakapaso. Malinaw pa sa alaala ko ang huni ng mga duli-duling nakadapo sa puno ng dapdap malapit sa amin. Akala ko sumisigaw sila dahil tulad namin, naiirita rin sila sa init. Ilang taon pa ang lumipas bago ko nalaman na humuhuni pala sila upang makahanap ng possible mate. Parang simpleng love story. Kumanta si lalaki ng pag-ibig niya kay babae, na-in love si babae. And they live happily ever after. Napaisip tuloy ako, kung boses lang ba ang batayan ng pag-ibig, mamahalin mo ba ako[crush] at magiging tayo? (Naks!)

Madalas din kaming manatili noon sa bahay ng lolo ko sa kabundukan, mga dalawa hanggang tatlong oras na lakaran mula sa bahay namin sa paanan ng bundok. Minsan, buong tag-init kaming nakatira doon at luluwas lang kapag malapit na ang pasukan. Tuwang-tuwa na kami noon sa pamumulot ng mga nahulog na niyog at pili nuts na ibinebenta  namin upang makaipon ng perang makakadagdag sa pambili ng mga gamit pangeskwela. Maliban sa pamumulot, nakagawian din naming lantakan ang mga  bayabas at kakaw na hitik sa bunga sa daan pauwi sa bahay ni lolo. Umuuwi kaming mahapdi ang dila noon sa kakasipsip ng buto ng kakaw.