[Warning: Graphic content] The dust temporarily cleared when we flew out of Atatürk Airport early this morn. We’re now more than a thousand kilometers away, shivering under a doona in a rented Tbilisi unit, yet my heart yearns for Turkey. And though my body’s overly sore — beyond Efficascent Oil repair (yes I have a bottle…
Author: Gay Mitra
Filipinos On Long-Term Backpacking: The Great Depression (Part 3)
How To Apply For A Turkey Tourist Visa In The Philippines
Türkiye, why only fifteen days? Whyyy (Looks at the sky with fists up in the air)?! … Snaps back to reality. Merhaba! Just flew in Istanbul today from Singapore, with a three-hour layover in Abu Dhabi International Airport. Though sleep-deprived, my heart’s racing. A couple of hours into our Turkey trip, I’ve already fallen in…
Mambukal Resort, Murcia, Negros Occidental: Two Months And Seven Falls On The Way
Mother’s Day, and it feels good to be unexpectedly “home”. While we celebrate the family’s rare togetherness over a more-than-the-ordinary lunch, I am reminded of my early expectant months three years ago and the adventures my hubby and I purposely got into — to take my mind of our unplanned pregnancy. Back then we were…
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Filipinos On Long-Term Backpacking: The Great Depression (Part 2)
“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” – Jodi Picoult In case you missed the traveler memorandum, this is to remind you that the journey ain’t all party buckets and postcard-worthy photos. Homesickness, being broke, and…
Case Of The Missing Mermaid Ariel Carry On
Pandemonium around the belt. It was quite unsettling. And there’s only one in Dili’s teensy Presidente Nicolau Lobato International Airport. My daughter Luna and I stood in confusion while the hubby fought his way through the ferocious crowd to fish out our luggage. Everyone seemed to be in a rush even though there was no…
That Psychedelic Village Named Nimbin
Duuude, it’s 420! We ain’t celebrating with a slice of space cake though. No Puff, The Magic Dragon either. To commemorate this uhm, counterculture holiday, let’s do a different kind of “trip”, shall we? A psychedelic visual trip. The talk of spliff takes me down two travel memory alleys. That of Amsterdam’s (where possession of …
Filipinos On Long-Term Backpacking: The Great Depression (Part 1)
We came. We saw. We conquered. Conquered our fears. Conquered our doubts. Conquered financial hurdles. We quit our jobs, booked those irresistible seats on sale, traveled on a shoestring for months and finally saw the world beyond glossy magazine pages. Beyond Facebook timelines. We ignored all that bull people said about us, especially the one…