|Silver Kris to Syngenta, Corregidor to Culion, Miri to Marikina|
As has become my personal tradition, I've collated some chosen images for 2013 and reflected on them. I may have limited travels the past year but I am blessed to see some of my works, both writing and photography, published in the mainstream press.
|Writing featured in Inflight Magazine|
We would've really island hopped like mad if it weren't for the fickleness of the weather so we had to content ourselves with Nagarao and Inampulugan where we stayed at the lovely Costa Aguada Resort and where I not only was able to go horseback riding on the beach (among many things writers do as human props for the photographer) but also met John Lloyd Cruz in the flesh, albeit a 5-year old namesake.
To read the whole feature, please visit this link on inflight.ph.
|Images featured in Silver Kris magazine|
I've met some interesting personalities and had a blast doing the rounds of Metro Manila even when I was feverish the whole time -- chowing down tasty ramen at Nomama, enjoying the old world charm of Adarna, talking to friendly candle sellers along Ongpin, waving to curious bus passengers while shooting on the island in between Manila City hall and the Lagusnilad underpass, and as if to give me some much-needed respite, concluding the assignment by staying at Cocoon Hotel.
|Featured in Syngenta's 2013 Planner|
|Featured in Working Mom mag|
To read my impressions on Cocoon, please read A Very Bed Experience of Being Cocooned.
|The cross atop Mt. Tapyas at night|
|Awesome night sky untainted by man-made lighting above Culion cathedral|
|Singapore's Gardens by the Bay|
|A very small print indeed at Marikina Book Museum|
|Over 90 and still at it, Fang-od, Kalinga mambabatok|
But venturing to Buscalan to meet the last Kalinga mambabatok (tattoo artist), Fang-od, as well as passing through several picturesque villages in a mountain traverse going back to Tinglayan, is a very special treat indeed. The soreness brought about by the steepness of the trail and the lack of sleep the night before is now but a faded memory. However, the experience of walking for hours through postcard-worthy mountainous terrain without seeing a single soul will remain etched in my mind for a very long time.
|Niah Cave in Sarawak, 2-hour-drive and 1.5 hour hike away from Miri|
Don't know why but our media group got this Palawan-like vibe going around the city. Miri itself is small yet charming. Nothing like being greeted "Miri" Christmas by paraders (cheeky but what the hey) while caught in a traffic snarl and discovering Filipino staff in some of the establishments. Or walking around town and finding out this and that store is really just a hop and a skip away from the hotel.
However, methinks the real charm of the visit are the outlying areas where we got a taste of time travel in Niah Cave, a two hour-drive and 1 1/2 hour hike away. But getting there is an interesting part of the journey, hiking through a wooden walkway for an hour or so and seeing lovely, vibrantly-colored creepy-crawlies (sorry, I didn't bring my macro lens with me so I don't much in terms of images to share). Even with only two hours of sleep, I would have loved to go all the way to the Painted Caves to see thousand-year-old cave paintings (approximately another three kilometer further) but I guess that will have to wait until another visit.
|Opening spread of a four-spread story and image feature on Muhibah Magazine|
Ivan ManDy's thought-provoking "Of Bombs, Big Guns & Lost Gold!" walking tour ain't the usual walk in the park but an intriguing and refreshingly-different visit to the Rock. Eschewing the usual tranvia ride for a literally on-ground experience, ManDy foregoes the textbook narrative and shares interesting bits of trivia about silver treasures unceremoniously dumped into the bay, an elite fighting force decimated for a still unknown reason, the psychological battle for hearts and minds being run alongside a very physical war, among other stuff normally consigned to the conspiracy theory heap.
EPILOGUE. 2013 maybe a lot more about my published works than actual travels but the positive thing about doing less traveling is squeezing the most out of each one. Yahweh allowing, maybe I can do more traveling in the coming year when Lagalog turns 10 years old this January (who would've thought this site will last as long?). As I write this entire piece completely from memory (an exercise to clear the cobwebs of my aging brain), please allow me to wish you Shalom and say a prayer for my readers as well as those who stumbled upon this humble site.
The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make His face to shine upon you; And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace. Numbers 6:24-26 KJV