Tag: coast (page 1 of 5)

Nogas Island in its Splendor

“Tall and tan and young and handsome, the boy from Ipanema goes walking, and when he passes, each girl he passes, goes ‘ahhhh.’ When he walks he’s like the samba that swings so cool and sways so gently, that when he passes, each time he passes, I go ‘aaaaaaaahhhh.'” Read more →

Swanky Stay at The Grand Gazebo

December of last year, I was invited by the Capiz Tourism, together with the other travel bloggers, to experience everything the whole province has to offer. Nothing could complete the day of surprises without us first unlocking the door of our designated hotel rooms. Cue in a resounding audience clap on the background… The Grand Gazebo Events, Place and Dormitel really set the bar high. (and I mean, high!) Read more →

Roxas City: Palina Greenbelt Ecopark

Just 5 kilometers away from the city proper of Roxas, you’ll be entering a realm of 8 species of true mangroves (some are already century-old), 34 species of birds, 13 species of fish, and 64 species of shellfishes all residing in a coast at Sitio Cablatan, Barangay Cagay. Read more →

Day 256: Drying Laundries at Ramon Magsaysay Park

Remember my dilemma at packing and me being a virgin at backpacking? I suppose this still covers it. Although, I am trying my best to fit into the culture of being an expert at traveling light. Haha! 🙂 At 8:45AM, we are now here in Ramon Magsaysay Park, just  near the Sta. Ana Wharf – probably just a 15-minute walk or a 2-minute tricycle ride. Read more →

Day 104: Workstations While on the Road

I’ve been designing for several years already and I have been to some “comfortable” and “uncomfortable” places as well. You get to see those photos of a laptop and the crystal clear blue beach background more often for those seasoned digital nomads. I think I could say that I can probably work anywhere as long as there’s a strong internet connection. And somehow, the beach is not the only workstation you can have. Read more →

Day 98: My Father Was The President

I could still remember my Grade School teacher laughing at me as I was writing on the paper that asked for the name of my father. I was an innocent child – so I wrote with all honesty “Carlos P. Garcia” and I did not really find any of it funny. Heck, at that age, I was not even aware that the name was actually a former president of the Republic of the Philippines. The eighth to be exact. It’s ridiculous! Up until now, I still get the same reaction from people. Read more →

Day 91: Time Is Luxury. Money Is Nothing!

A year and a few months after being in college: wild dreams of becoming a corporate guru and a billionaire – these were the thoughts of a young woman bound to be exiled in a life of regrets. Now, I just want to do the things I love and finally get a life that is actually worth living. No straight 8-hour work slavery. No “limited” vacations. No gigantic paychecks that will never make you happy and contented – it only makes you hungry for more. No “you-have-to-work-here-to-have-money-and-enjoy-life” sermons. That’s the last of it. Read more →

Mangrove Forest to Thrive in Punta Taytay, Bacolod

It was lunchtime then and we were having Calamares, Grilled Squid, and Oysters at the Viewing Deck, overlooking the Panay Gulf – staring at the Island of Panay and Guimaras. On the far right of the coast, I saw a woman, bending her body towards the earth. “What is she doing?” I asked myself. Immediately, I finished my last bite, washed my hands, and went down for a walk. Read more →

Malayan-Indian Tradition: Seaweed Flour

Conversations coming from experiences in Belize, Central America are quite rare to have with someone whom you just met for a brief moment. His tales of hidden paradise and unforgotten cultures, caught my attention as I was holding on to a seaweed freshly caught from the shore – locally known as “guso.” I enjoyed talking to a man who might have been to most parts of the world and my eyes we’re like puppy dogs’ that were so eager to know more. Read more →

The Dying Tradition of Budbud Making

Budbud is a “first class” salt produced in towns like Miag-ao, San Joaquin, Guimbal, Igbaras, Tubungan and even Tigbauan and Oton – these salts were pain-stakingly made from bamboo nodes and sells for about P1,500.00 to P2,000.00 per sack. In the book of Failagao entitled “History of Miagao” (read blog post of iloveiloilo) the author mentioned that the salt-making industry in Miagao, Iloilo, originated in Barangay Guibongan in the year 1823. 8) Now, that’s history! Read more →