Travel Stories

Traveling is a very stressful activity. It begins the moment you decide to take a trip and start planning and ends when all your luggage are packed neatly in the attic, your clothes laundered, dried, and pressed, and your toiletries refilled and ready for reuse.

Go Carting in Benguet (Photos courtesy of Estan Cabigas)

For some, it may mean being back in a desk full of paper work. For others, especially those like me with nomadic tendencies and no schedule for the next day, it means a few more hours of sleep that sometimes gets out of hand causing your head to hurt because of overslumber. (more…)

I’m back blogging in this space and I’m not really sure whether or not I’m supposed to do that. Do I even have the urge to blog? Who’ld read these posts anyway? People who dream about traveling?! We’ll of course. Traveling happens to be part of anyone’s Top 3 wish list of things to do before they die – or at least 90 percent of the population thinks so.

Manor Hotel Baguio Dap-ayan Fireplace. Photo by Izah Morales

Even if writing rejects my very purpose of existence, I’ll write anyway. Oh, include typing to a certain extent. I get mental blocks sometimes when I’m in front of the computer. Perhaps they should hurry with improving those voice recognition software so that you don’t really need your hands to type anything anymore. This also means I don’t have to face this bright LCD that makes my eyes irritated when I’ve been staring for hours. Yes, I’m ranting. (more…)