Memories of drunkenness and youth flowed like a stream. “Ma’m, hindi ho kayo pwede pumasok (Ma’m you’re not allowed to enter)”, a man stepped out of the shadows and warned my aunt. “No trespassing ho.” My aunt snickered. Everyone else snickered. We snickered our way back to an old house across the street which our…
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Snapshot Saturday: Baguio Bliss
Camp John HayYesterday, we somberly moved out of our Baguio abode. It was our home for five months. As a modern nomadic family, we gotta relocate once more to explore other habitats, and hopefully find that ideal place to “settle down”… whenever/if ever that happens in the future. Contest alert! As a farewell treat (we…
Snapshot Saturday: A Candlelit Dinner For Mother Earth
Dinner by candlelight at Jack’s, Session Road.We turned off our house lights way before Earth Hour this evening, and that’s because we dined out. At exactly 8:30 PM, gastro hot spots (from cheapies to posh) lined up along Session Road transformed into romantic bistros as waiters lit the candles on their customers’ tables. It looked…
Photo Essay: Panagbenga Festival 2011
So this is the Panagbenga Festival… Jovial, multihued, flamboyant. I was able to witness the Grand Float Parade partly because we currently reside in Baguio, and partly because fellow blogger Joel sort of forced me too. Just so you folks know, I have never featured a festival here (except Oktoberfest which is an entirely different…
Snapshot Saturday: Bell Church in Baguio
The AXiS Tent
Traffic crawled at snail pace. Pedestrians poured out to the streets, and marched in one direction. Like on a pilgrimage. I jumped out of the jeep and submitted myself to the human stream. Noon was approaching and I was certain that the Panagbenga 2011 Grand Street Parade was already over. Everyone’s heading to downtown Baguio…
PNKY Travel Cafe Baguio: A Travel Back In Time
I slogged up the driveway of PNKY (pronounced as pinky) Home Bed and Breakfast. My hubby Shervin, laboriously carrying our heavier than normal 5-month old daughter, panted as he tried to keep up with my already slow pace. It wasn’t even a steep climb, nor a long walk. We’re just so darn unfit. A non-manic…