There was a festival of dangerous party ideas that eve. Ideas which we knew will never materialize, but we had a ball playing with our imaginations anyway. I gasped for breath as Ron of fliptravels.com descended the loft’s stairs while hip-thrusting with his tongue sticking out. Not the most ridiculous Miley Cyrus impersonation I had…
Author: Gay Mitra
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Kalinga, Philippines: How To Get To Buscalan
I was still reeling from the effects of the eighteen-hour bus+jeep rides and the one hour hike. But with one look at the tinay’talu (rice bundles) pattern in Lane Wilcken’s book Filipino Tattoos: Ancient To Modern — which we borrowed from mambabatok Whang-Od/Fang-od — I knew I unintentionally found a mark that will finally represent…
Border Crossing: Overland By Bus/Marshrutka From Tbilisi, Georgia To Yerevan, Armenia
The driver slammed his cab’s boot shut, as if to seal our two-week Georgia affair tight. He drove without a word. We were at the finish line of one Caucasus journey, and were about to begin afresh in a neighboring country. Yet another border cross my passport with a detached cover had to survive. I…
2013 Thus Far: The Third Quarter
Woke up under an argentine sky. On my almost two decades-old, Peanuts printed sheet. Philippine home now, and will be gone again all too soon. Where to? Hopefully to a shack sitting on a Byron Bay trailer park which we’re eyeing to live in for months. You read that right. Months. We’re quite traveled-out. And…
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3 Years On Earth. 3 Years of Wandering.
She’s made in China and holds two passports. Under twenty kilos but has stepped foot on more than twenty countries in six continents. She’s never been potty trained but she could prolly buckle an airplane’s seat belt with her eyes closed. People think she’s a late talker but neither English nor Tagalog was the first…
A Craving To Travel More
Been almost two months since we arrived home. I remember being asked, “When’s your next trip?” by everyone, and we have not even settled in yet. Because the past three years we rarely settled anywhere for long. And everyone seems to know this for a fact. “I need a vacation from vacation. No travel plans…
Photo Essay-ish: The Carnival That Cost Us An Arm And Leg… And Almost Our Marriage
A squabble escalated to a heated debate at a quaint guesthouse in Lima, Peru. “Hell no! Two-hundred-freakin’ dollars each?!”, hubby delivered in his usual monotone but he was obviously upset. “But we’re already on the same continent and we’ll be in Brazil during carnival season! It is no coincidence!”, I was on the brink of…