‘Don’t drink the water’ is a common piece of advice given when traveling to developing countries, and I know from personal experience it applies to the Philippines. During my last visit six years ago, my Tita mixed up my water bottle of clean drinking water with one of tap water. The results weren’t pleasant. After […]Read More The Travelogue: Bearland
We drove with the windows down. Jen’s Kuya’s car didn’t have working air-conditioning, so we had to make do with blasts of barely-cool air as we sped down the highways and narrow streets of Iloilo and its provinces. While Jen spoke to her relatives in a language I didn’t understand, I gazed […]Read More Iloilo: Out the Window
One thing I will always miss about the Philippines are the mangoes. The saccharine flesh is so golden, it’s as if you are eating sunshine itself. As your spoon glides gently through, you can’t help spill its juice onto your fingers and clothes, so succulent are they. Ah, matamis! After all the greasy, fried food I’d […]Read More The Travelogue: Perfect Mangoes, ‘Mixed Vegetables’, and Chicken Intestines
It was in the van and away we go, though again, I didn’t know where. Jen was doing an uncharacteristically bad job of keeping me up to date with plans, presumably preoccupied with her family, which I could understand. I knew she was nervous – “I haven’t shown a partner this part of my life” […]Read More The Travelogue: Baggage, Lolas, and the Province.