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Review: Sandugo Eiger Shoes

I've done several river crossings and canyoning before. And not one of them have I worn a proper footwear. I used to be so proud wearing my trusted hiking shoes - waterproof and all. But on occasions, I've had these futile attempts to keep my shoes dry. I turn to a different rou…

Three Years Ago Today

I've taken a lot of buses in my travels. But the most memorable one happened three years ago today when I sat next to a guy on the way home from  Gumasa, Glan . His name is Jan and we had a little conversation—the first real one we ever had two months since I came in as the new Soft…

How to be you po?

How to be u po? That's one of the comments I often receive whenever I post something on Facebook or sometimes here on my blog. I'm not a celebrity or something. But I believe every blogger, regardless of the number of followers, has certainly experienced the same. Not that I t…

The Sweet Bacolod Escapade

Our trip to Bacolod has long been planned when Jan and I were invited last February by our Tito Juju to his birthday climb at Kampo Hiyang-hiyang in Talisay, Negros Occidental. Prior to the trip, a Bacolodnon friend tipped us about the places to go and food to eat. He said that Bacolo…

Of Ukulele Nights and Overcoming Stage Frights

I don't have a stage fright. Or so I thought. I have been a performer all my life. I grew up doing various performances such as acting, singing (don't get me wrong, I am tone deaf), and dancing for our church. I've done quite a lot of dance number, declamations, extemporan…

I Left My Heart in Boracay

If I didn't know better, I would say I was a mermaid, or a starfish, or perhaps a seaweed in my past life. Growing up close to the beach (approx. just ten minutes away from home), I know my heart belongs to the water that I just couldn't say no to the sea even if it almost t…