Before I left for the holidays, this street corner with World Christmas gigantic displays caught my eye. This could possibly be the only part of Brunei that screams ‘Happy Holidays!’ It was amazing to see all the non-Muslims flocking to that corner, eager to have their own little piece of something Christmas-y. People took turns in having their photos taken with the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Eiffel Tower, and Petronas Twin Towers as the background. Of course, the six bearded,
Author: Ruby
Without any sleep and with tequila in my veins, I stepped out of the plane and met the glaring sun. It was a sunshiny Sunday when I first set foot in this little country located southwest of the Philippines. It took around 30 minutes to get from the aiport to the hotel and the ride reminded me of the trip from KLIA to Kuala Lumpur with long freeways eventually leading to the bustling city. The difference was that the long freeways
The plane landed on the wee hours of the morning, there was nothing to see, and the empty streets could be compared to Recto during summer. It took time to find a cab whose driver would not rip off travelers who, though not Western, still had a few dollars in their pockets. The persistent warnings in travel forums has made us wary and this weird excitement that came out of it turned into a “Will we be scammed?” game. Thirty
The Bustling Stop-Over in the North, Baguio. Baguio means downing a couple of beers at Ayuyang while waiting for the bus to Manila. Or having a quick boodle dinner at Kalapaw with a bunch of hungry and exhausted people. Or strolling at SM to buy sweets because you can’t find them in the other parts of Benguet that you just came from. It’s too crowded, too touristy, and too typical that NOT going further up north is unthinkable. It’s Manila
A year ago, I had nothing better to do but revisit my old online presence elsewhere and immediately felt the urge to get back into blogging. A year ago, I wrote about the first thing that came into my mind… summits and how I hate the feeling of gasping for breath while on the trail but loving the climb anyway. A year ago, I decided to self-medicate with writing as a cure to my short-attention span and proved that it