by: Katrina Sevilla Six—the number of years since I last set foot on this island. Thirteen—the number of hours I spent on the road to get here. Two—the number of hours of sleep in...
by Jc Aquino Compared to other world explorers who found their passion much earlier in life, I consider myself a late-bloomer when it comes to my passion for traveling. Having had my first domestic and...
by Ten Ilajas The rose-colored labyrinths of stone glimmer under the afternoon sun. There were few bushes and shrubs, but mostly, the tents of the side stores and huge rocks would serve as shade from...
by Anne Gumiran “Hope when the moment comes you'll say:I, I did it allI, I did it allI owned every second that this world could giveI saw so many placesThe things that I didYeah, with...
by James Aquino Written while facing the second-floor balcony, with a mild drizzle that touches the sea of calatheas, aglaonemas, and the grass below. In a place we never knew existed in one of my...
by Mariegold Echavez Jabla The rain came in a persistent drizzle. I guess it’s always like this in high-altitude areas. Marilog District, Davao City has always been a foggy and drizzly place as far back...
