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.
The more I fought sleep, the harder it became to remain awake. I’d raise my head in my seat, only for my head to be bobbing by my shoulder five minutes later. At least my sporadic naps made the flight pass faster. It was my first trip to Iloilo – my first trip away from […]Read More The Travelogue: Balikbayan pt. 2
Apart from meeting K, I will remember Bonifacio High Street for one other, very specific reason. As I sat in the back of a taxi on 5th Avenue, along from BGC High Street, my eyes drooping from jet lag and a pleasant day of wandering, I saw something that immediately woke me up. A boy […]Read More The Travelogue: Pissing, Bigotry, and again on the MRT
Flicking through my passport in line at immigration, I glanced at the stamp from my previous trip to the Philippines. On the line above ‘date until’ were no numbers, but two letters: bb. Balikbayan. One who has left and has now returned. I was born in Manila, but it was not so much a homecoming […]Read More The Travelogue: Balikbayan