A few days earlier, while we had been lying around in Jen’s family home, trying to keep cool on another evening sticky with humidity, an episode of Kapuso Mo, Jessica Soho came on TV which happened to showcase food in Iloilo. I watched with interest, and a desire to learn more about the city. Much […]Read More The Travelogue: Madge Café, La Paz Batchoy, & Museo de Iloilo
We ate breakfast on the top floor restaurant and sat by the window, a prime spot for gazing at SM City Iloilo mall, the express way, and the steadily increasing traffic roaring down it. Not much of a view. My phone buzzed. Chyrel was already waiting for us in the hotel lobby, so we quickly […]Read More The Travelogue: Exploring Iloilo
Due to repairs that had to be made to the house, Jen’s mother hadn’t wanted us to stay in their family home for too long, so after four days we were to check into a hotel in the city. I was excited. Though I had greatly appreciated her family’s hospitality, my favourite parts of the […]Read More The Travelogue: Day 4 in Iloilo
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.
Jen’s Tito owns a pool hall. I did not know that. Jen hadn’t told me much of anything, and that first full day in Iloilo was full of surprises. After taking my first tabo bath in six years, and eating breakfast, our party of twelve – eight adults, 4 babies – piled into Jen’s Kuya’s […]Read More The Travelogue: Billiards in Iloilo
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