San Juan, La Union – a veritable surf town, a paradise for backpackers, and a very accessible getaway for those who want to ride waves, relax, and slow down time for a little bit, for a little while, or forever.
It wasn’t hard to understand why so many people I know (friends, co-workers, people I stalk on Instagram) have fallen hard for this place. On the weekend we headed there, the swell was barely present, but we managed to get a couple of hours of lazy waves. Next time, we’ll make sure to check out those wave forecast websites. Continue reading “La Union, April 2016”
Right before the Lent break last month, we drove one late evening to Katipunan to meet hostel co-owner Raf Dionisio, loaded his 15 sacks of ube seedlings into the back of a 4×4 pickup, breezed through EDSA and TPLEX, and spent a day among several Aeta communities in Liwliwa, Zambales. His story, along with 2 other people who for us exemplify what being “built tough” means, shall be published in Rappler this month. Continue reading “Liwliwa, March 2016”
Went to Ilocos with a few good friends two weekends ago. At one of the northernmost provinces of the Philippines, we found good food, scary waves, icy mint waters, and a breathtaking awareness and gratitude for nature’s Creator.
More photos after the jump! Continue reading “Norte, February 2016”
Miss you sea you
Crystal Cove, Boracay, May 2014
I spent Independence Day weekend (and my birthday weekend) out of town, away from any phone or internet, and as close to Mother Nature as possible. We found a fairly undisturbed paradise in Calaguas, a small island group in the neck of Camarines Norte.
Calaguas is beautiful, plain and simple. The islands have been declared a conservation area by DENR, so no buildings or resorts will ever be built there (although the beaches already belong to private owners). No resorts, few motorbikes. The locals live on the other side, but some of them settle on the beach to provide assistance to visiting campers.
Mahabang Buhangin, the beach where we stayed at, is literally long. I think it’s as long as Boracay, but try to imagine it with Caramoan’s pristine, quiet, uninhabited quality and superfine white sand. The water is unbelievably clear.
We slept on tents, built our own coal fire, cooked our own food (though that was mostly Ranie), and basically spent the past 3 days just swimming, trekking, and enjoying the magical beauty around and under us.
We climbed hills, did snorkeling (this was my favorite, it was my first time and it was awesome to see a live, colorful forest under the water!!!), got to know the locals and how the tourism is helping bring income to their barrio, ate the freshest seafood and got really really burnt.
I think this was a good way to turn 26 – to be able to sit back and to do NO thinking at all. I’ve spent the past year accomplishing some milestones, but I’ve also been in such a warped state of worry because life is life and I’m getting old and I really need to start seriously thinking, preparing, and saving for a lot of things.
This weekend, I felt really OK. I can’t let go of the anxiety, but I can lose some of the fear. I feel that I can do that this year. So there.