This is my attempt to recount the details of my 4-day Mindanao and Visayas trip that felt like two weeks. Due to a(n) (un)fortunate event, Typhoon Biring blew our plane bound to Cagayan de Oro City and landed us in Cebu instead. At Mactan, the crew gave the passengers their options: either disembark at Cebu, wait until the weather clears up then take a ferry to CDO or travel back with them to Manila. Back to Manila? No way! What the
It all started on that trip earlier this year. No one mentioned that we were going around in a bicycle until we got there. Up to that point I didn’t think that knowing how to bike was such an essential skill. The ending? I went around in a carriage which charged 10 times the rent of a bicycle and made me feel like a total wimp. Back from that trip, I knew I had to learn how to bike. Luckily,
I have never cooked an omelette in my entire life until that Tuesday. I have no penchant for cooking unlike my friends. I’m the one doing more of the eating/tasting and I’m not even good at that. One example: I can’t tell which is the best tapa.. I just know which ones I like and which ones I don’t. They’re all good for me. In an attempt to outdo myself that Tuesday, I decided to cook an omelette. I figured
Back in college, I thought I wanted to be part of the group who seemed laid back and looked like they had most fun. I attended a couple of meetings with my university’s mountaineering club but I didn’t stay long enough to get to the application phase. I couldn’t see why I needed to run 5 times around the campus perimeter with a time limit as preparation to a climb or why I needed to bring a backpack that’s a