They went on for kilometers, appearing at every turn, dip, and rise on the road. There were dozens of them, standing like sentinels against the sea.
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a blog by Julia Escano
They went on for kilometers, appearing at every turn, dip, and rise on the road. There were dozens of them, standing like sentinels against the sea.
Read MoreWe stood at the back of a jeep and clung on for dear life as it nosedived into steep slopes and bounced around the rolling terrain. All the while, sand flew around us and caked us in a thin layer of sand-sweat icing.
Read MoreIn late January, my good friend, Bernice, and I traveled way up north of the Philippines to the mountains of Buscalan, Kalinga. Getting there took one night and one day, three different vehicles on countless cliffs, and so many miles on foot, all totaling 15 hours of travel from Manila. Buscalan, Kalinga made for an…
Read MoreFour years ago I hopped on a rickety G Lizardo bus with doors held by rusty hinges, seats that felt like hardboard, and creaky windows that let the full force of the cold mountain wind through. It traversed the winding, unpaved roads of the legendary Halsema Highway, weaving through patches of galvanized iron villages, yellow-green…
Read MoreI was already pining for a proper out-of-town trip when the chance to go up to Baguio presented itself. Throw in my two-week-old camera and it was just impossible to resist. It had been two years since my last visit there, which was a long time considering my family went up there at least once…
Read MoreLast Holy Week I went on a semi-spontaneous trip with the family to Caramoan, Camarines Sur. It’s famous as the setting of Survivor France, and has since also been the setting of Survivor Serbia and a bunch of other Survivor franchises. It’s a fourteen-hour trip by land from Manila, which to my surprise, wasn’t as…
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