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I hate litterers. They're the worst. I say that because the motivation behind littering is lost to me. Why won't you throw that in the trash can? Oh, there's no trash can? Why couldn't you keep the rubbish in your person in the meantime until you find one? See? It's absurd. It becomes even more ridiculous when you realize that not littering is as straightforward as it gets: don't throw away your trash whenever, wherever. Period. I know we have a natural aversion to dirt and junk but you, as a human being, appearing to be free of trash doesn't equate to you being decent. It's been said many times albeit in different forms: actions trump appearances. Listen, people, the "out of sight, out of mind" mindset when it comes to trash has got to stop. Throwing candy wrapper willy-nilly just to keep your pockets garbage-free doesn't make you a "clean" person – it just means you badly need lessons on respect, responsibility, and discipline. What's so hard about proper waste disposal? I repeat: not littering is as simple as it gets.

If there's one thing I hate more than litterers, it's so-called travelers who litter. Respect– for himself, for others, and, most importantly, for the environment – makes a true traveler. When you get to experience places such as Boracay, shouldn't you instinctively feel the need to protect it? Shouldn't you, as someone who proudly claims to have seen more than one page of the book of life, be more perceptive? Shouldn't you, the nature lover who finds solace in the mountains, be the first one to advocate environmental consciousness? Otherwise, you'd just be selfish which would be both disappointing and infuriating because, above all else, traveling should enable you to look further and deeper than your own interests– being selfish defeats its entire purpose. By littering, you'll be indirectly robbing future generations (and this includes future you) of immaculate views and extraordinary experiences. I don't know about anyone else, but, by my moral standard, that is an ugly union of disrespect and selfishness. I simply don't understand how, after you've witnessed and experienced unbridled and incomparable beauty, you can still be so careless with your garbage.

Forget tourist versus traveler. Oftentimes, the simplest things define who and what you are. There are far too many people who profess themselves to be travelers but far too few who truly embody its essence. Even if you've been to countless places, to the far reaches of the Earth, you're no better than its scums if you can't do something so basic as minding your trash.

You call yourself a traveler? Do not dishonor the title by littering. Do it justice. You must never underestimate the impact of your actions. Remember that whatever you do, no matter how small, it will affect everything and everyone. Always be a good example to your peers, for a grand act done by a single person is always no match for one little act done by all. When you call yourself a traveler, make sure you can own up to it. The world had given you much and has every right to expect no less from you. You are a traveler. You know better. You should know and do what is right.

We tend to forget that our entire existence depends on the environment. The very air that keeps us alive, we render unbreathable. We poison our sustenance and destroy our own home. We should be worried, travelers. Nature can and have survived without us. It will always endure, but we will surely not if we don't clean up our act. Literally.

BY Neann De Jesus

Going into this trip, I was in the usual level of excitement I'm at whenever I travel. I always love to go anywhere I’ve never been – who doesn’t? It was my first domestic flight; my first trip to Visayas to boot. All the exhaustion getting there was definitely worth it.

With all the arrangements and itinerary laid out for us thanks to my brother, we were all set for an adventure. The original plan was to land at Iloilo International Airport at around 10 in the morning, and arrive at the Arjan Beach Resort in Carles, Iloilo around 1 in the afternoon. By then, we would have already visited one of the tourist spots in town which is the Spanish-era Lighthouse, but with our flight being delayed and the unfortunate miscalculation of travel time from the airport to the resort, we arrived at around 5 in the afternoon. Dog-tired, we ended up just having dinner, taking a bath then heading straight to bed.

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The next day we woke before 5AM ready to sight-see. Our first stop was the Spanish Lighthouse for a majestic view of the sunrise. After about a 30-minute motorcycle ride from Arjan, we arrived at the lighthouse with the sun haven't yet risen. So while waiting for the sun to rise, we took pictures around the area.

The vicinity of the lighthouse, with its 82-step staircase, is an instant time-travel haven to any wandering eyes. The ruins of the brick house beside it will take you back to a time now only seen in pictures and movies, but the lighthouse itself is a bit more modern since the original tower was destroyed by Typhoon Frank a few years ago. The reconstructed tower was built to preserve its original purpose: to provide a guiding light to sailors during night time.

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After a few minutes of waiting, the sun finally started to peep out. There was a considerable line going up the light house. There were plenty of other tourists and the caretakers only allow a maximum of 10 persons at a time. Luckily, we were in the second group. The climb through the staircase was not that much of a challenge if you’re sprightly and not afraid of heights. If you find what I like to call the "perfectly elevated window", you can take a Tumblr-esque photo through it which would overlook this dreamy view:

Each group is allowed maybe 10 minutes up the lighthouse, depending on the number of tourists in line. But I think we might have stayed a little longer than that. I mean, you need more than 10 minutes to absorb this incredible view.

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After a while, I reluctantly went down the stairs since the next group was already on their way up and it was starting to get crowded in the tower. However, the traffic in the stairs would allow for small talk with other tourists which is always fun. (No fees are charged for going up the lighthouse but people are encouraged to donate any amount they wish.)

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Our next stop was the Bakwitan Cave which is a 10-15 minute motorcycle ride from the Arjan Beach Resort. According to our guides, the cave got its name after serving as the evacuation or hiding place of locals from Japanese soldiers during World War II.

During our trudge, our two guides would stop at certain areas and point to interesting rock formations like the “fried chicken”, “binti ng dinosaur”, “pakpak”, “bibig ng pating” and so on. It was indeed an amusing tour inside the cave. What’s more is that our guides would always teach us spots good for a photograph and poses that even we weren’t able to come up with.

But the top 3 best parts of the cave are probably the spots where we would find glowing rocks, emerging stalactites, and the part of the cave where there was no other way to go farther but to crawl through a hole. Yes, you got that right. Oh, and another thing, before entering the cave, it’s about a 15-minute hike before the actual cave entrance. Along the way, you'll get to see a stunning view of the island.

We didn’t go all the way through the trail since it requires rock-climbing and we weren’t really dressed for it – or have ever done rock-climbing before. Also, you would go back the same way you went in through the cave. Meaning, the exit is the same as the entrance. So we decided to just save that for next time. (No entrance fees are charged for entering the cave. You enter at your own risk. Kidding! Donations are encouraged though.)

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After a quick breakfast back at the resort, we were ready to go island-hopping. And this, my friends, would be the highlight of this trip. The boat rides to and from the islands take about 15-20 minutes per transfer. Our first stop was the Bantigue Island Sand Bar – the very first one of its kind I’ve seen. When we got there, the tide was already starting to rise, so the sandbar wasn’t at its most visible anymore. Still, it is a sight to behold.

We stayed there for a few minutes and took multiple jump shots care of our tour guide who, I must say, has a knack for taking pictures. It only takes one try for him to get us a perfectly-timed jump shot! If it was just us, it would take 15 jumps and we still wouldn’t get one good shot.

After the sandbar, we were then headed to Cabugao Gamay – the most photographed islet of Islas de Gigantes. And it’s no wonder why. The locals have done a good job in decorating the islet with improvised materials. It’s every bit of the feels you'd get on a Hawaiian island – arguably even better.

To get a perfect photograph of the islet, tourists are charged Php50 per head to climb some stairs built over the rock formations and capture this view:

There was even a line for standing in that spot to take pictures from your own phone. Trust me, never mind the scorching sun, it’s worth all that sunburn.

Our next stop was the Tangke Lagoon – another first one of its kind that I’ve ever seen. This place reminded me so much of the cliff-diving scene from one of the best travel movies IMO: The Beach. And indeed, it was a spot for cliff-divers. As I watched them, I promised myself: one day. Gotta learn to swim first.

The salt-water lagoon is home to some myths about enkantos hence locals warn the tourists not to make too much noise. When we got there though, there were a lot of people. It was a little disappointing honestly because, of course, it would’ve been nice to have the lagoon all to ourselves and experience its peacefulness. But I know everyone there had the same idea so that really wasn’t going to happen. It was still a great view though. (A Php20 entrance fee is charged in the Tangke Lagoon.)

A quick swim in the lagoon then we were off to Antonia Beach where we had the most appetizing seafood lunch. Seriously, there was no getting enough of the scallops, the fish and the alimasag from this place. My taste buds were very happy.

After lunch, we finally went swimming. The only catch was that the spot where our tour guide told us we could swim is a snorkeling area i.e. not good for folks like myself who can only manage a dip in the water. You will get scratches from the rocks. But it was definitely a lot of fun to look underwater and see all those little fish.

We only swam for about an hour or so before it was time to go back to the resort. We were met with heavier currents during the boat-ride back and it was a little scary since we only had a small boat. But once we were near the shore, the picture-taking continued.

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On our last day, we rode the passenger boat owned by the Arjan Resort in going to the Estancia Port. This was for safety measures since the boat was a lot bigger and the locals had informed us that there were strong waves that morning. However, the boat, with a 30 or so passenger capacity and yet carrying about a hundred, felt safe only we were finally at the Estancia Port.

The rest of the day was dedicated for a quick stop at a Ted’s Old Timer branch in Jaro, Iloilo to try the famous La Paz Batchoy, then at The Original Biscocho Haus to buy pasalubong and lastly at the Jaro Cathedral. From there, we rode a taxi to the Iloilo International Airport.

That wraps up my storytelling of our amazing trip to Islas de Gigantes, Iloilo. The place is highly recommended. But if you ever get the chance to visit the place, please try to avoid disrespecting the islands by littering and being discourteous to the locals and fellow travelers. It would be nice if its unpolluted state is preserved. Happy traveling!

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ABOUT NEANN

"A life neophyte with an extreme desire to go places, literally and figuratively. Calls herself a biophilic, a little socially awkward but a work in progress."

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Text and photos courtesy of Neann De Jesus

I will say it. The Philippines is a country of cheapskates. And, for better or for worse, we are proud of it.

For all our pageantry (often mistaken for hospitality), Filipinos would sooner relinquish the Spratly Islands than be caught dead passing up a bargain. We are a nation of experts on sales (from factory to seat) and buy-one-take-ones. If we can get more by spending less, we collectively and rhetorically ask, "why the hell not?" If we can get it for free, all the better. In this country divided not only by topography but by ideals, a 50% discount has a better chance of uniting it than Rodrigo Duterte.

It is easy to see where we're coming from. Even with reports of a booming economy, the Philippines has yet to shed the accouterments of a Third World nation. Poverty is still strikingly present. Crime and corruption are undeniably rampant. Our scenario, at this point, is the chicken-or-the-egg, wherein you'll get philosophical debates instead of answers about which of our many problems came first. We're in a proverbial vicious cycle, and, really, we're left to fend off for ourselves. It's painful how easy it is to see where we're coming from.

For Filipino travelers, however, it appears that getting a good deal and saving money appeal less to necessity than to the ego. It is especially true when it comes to haggling or, as we call it, tawad.

In the traveling community, variations of "always haggle" are constantly given when people ask advice on how to save on their adventure. You would hear it from others, but, I tell you now, never from me. I'm just too shy to haggle. I'm not even sure if "shy" is the proper word. When I'm on a trip, I don't ask for discounts. I'd exclaim how expensive a thing is, often eliciting a tawad proffer from the seller, but I never initiate. This habit – or lack thereof – had started when I was still in high school.

I think I was about 15 when, for our Filipino class, we read a short story involving a man who asks his son to buy salt. I don't remember much from it except what the man had told his son right before the latter went on his way. He said not to ask for a discount because doing so undermines a person's hardwork. It made quite an impression on me, so much so that it had changed my perspective on haggling forever. From that day forward, tawad had been relegated to a much less prominent place in my life. A difficult (and laughable) thing, I must say, for in some places, like in the Philippines, tawad is deeply embedded in the culture. Here, it is socially accepted, lauded even. Haggling seems to have evolved into a cultural practice, elevated to a norm. Yet I still don't subscribe to it. Its merits do not convince me.

When I travel, I always keep in mind that the locals may be lucky to live in a beautiful place but more often they don't get the chance to leave and see beauty elsewhere. Most of them can't afford to eat three times a day, much less travel. And so, I don't haggle. I feel that whenever I buy whatever it is they're selling at its original price I'm empowering them, affirming their hard work and deterring them from engaging in less noble livelihood. That's one of the essence of tourism, see – providing sustainable means of living to the community. Without tourism, and visitors to patronize them, locals would have been cutting down trees instead of guiding hikers, throwing dynamite into the sea instead of ferrying travelers – worse: committing heinous crimes just to not die of hunger.

I tried but I couldn't bring myself to ask a local vendor who's trudging under the searing heat to bring the price down. I'm virtually incapable of bargaining with a habal-habal driver. I know that makes me a loser for some of you. Others may think that's bad practice for a DIY traveler. Well, to each his own. Believe it or not, I've found that there are plenty other ways to save during an adventure. And yes, it involves diskarte– lots of it. But no, diskarte doesn't always include tawad. Being kind and discerning will take you much farther.

I know a few hardcore hagglers who do it just because they get a sense of pride, and often at the expense of the vendors. They drive the price down so low, the seller suffers a loss instead of gaining a profit. And because he has mouths to feed, the seller gives in. Tell me that isn't selfish. Like I said, it's easy to see where we're coming from. That woman peddling souvenirs would not be risking heat stroke if she had any other choice. If she could get a better-paying job, I'm sure she would. I hope you get my point. Now it's different when you feel you're being taken advantage of. I say trust your guts. If you think something is unfair, speak your mind and respectfully demand a fair price. There's also always the option of walking away.

I'm not saying that haggling is bad, okay. It's... interesting, I guess. I just hope that travelers, Filipino or otherwise, never get to a point that they feel entitled, that they deserve special treatment and should get every perk. I've learned, after two years of traveling, to never think yourself better than others, never think ill of our fellow. Don't think you're being scammed or that you will be. Don't think bad thoughts, generally. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Trust. More often than not, kindness prevails and, soon, you'll find that saving money matters less than having your faith restored in humanity.

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Philippines AirAsia will be relaunching their Manila to Shanghai flights starting June 10, 2016. You'll now get to explore China's "most influential city" for all-in promotional fares starting as low as Php2,888! Also, Celineism has more than 25,000 likes on its Facebook Page!

During the announcement at NIU by Vikings in SM Aura

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To celebrate these awesome news, I bring to you Celineism's first ever giveaway! Read on for the details!

WHAT YOU'LL WIN

- TWO (2) Roundtrip Tickets from Manila to Shanghai via Philippines AirAsia and TWO (2) Shanghai Disney Resort tickets valid from June 17 to August 31, 2016 only

- Awesome Memories

HOW YOU'LL WIN IT

Part 1

Submission of Entry

- Follow Philippines AirAsia (FB: AirAsiaPhilippines; IG: @airasiaph) and Celineism (FB: Celinesim; IG: @celineism AND @thedennismurillo) on social media. You MUST follow all specified accounts above to qualify.

- On your own Instagram, post your best solo travel picture. In the caption, tell us who you're taking with you and why, plus why you like to go to Shanghai – as creatively as possible in a maximum of five (5) sentences.

- You must include the hashtags #WhereInShanghai, #AirAsiaInShanghai, and #Celineism in your entry's caption.

- Make sure to tag @airasiaph and @celineism on your entry so we can verify it.

- Only one entry per person.

- Deadline of submission: 12NN of June 5, 2016

Part 2

Contest Proper

- @celineism will comment on your Instagram post once your entry is verified.

- You must then send an email with the subject: "Where In Shanghai Entry" that includes a hi-res copy of your photo, caption, + the following personal details below to celinereyes@celineism.combefore 5PM of June 5, 2016:

• First Name and Last Name

• City/Municipality and Province

• Mobile Number

• A copy of one government ID

- Your photo + caption will be uploaded on Celineism's Facebook page on or before 12AM of June 6, 2016 along with other entries for voting.

- One Like = One Vote

- The entry with the most votes by 12NN of June 10, 2016 will be the winner.

- The winner will be announced on Celineism's Facebook page on or before 12AM of June 11, 2016.

- The winner will then be contacted only by email on how to claim the prizes.

So go send in those photos! Good luck!

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Posting this because Philippines AirAsia will be flying directly to Shanghai from Manila starting June 10, 2016. You can all-in promotional fares for as low as Php2,888! How cool is that?

So, what to do in Shanghai? Well, aside from being the most influential city in China, the top food place next to Sichuan (eat Lumpiang Shanghai!), and the location of Disney's third largest property, Shanghai has other great destinations to explore. Here are five of them:

Stroll Down The Bund

A symbol of Shanghai’s colorful past and thriving future, this 1.5 km-long waterfront on the banks of Huangpu River is lined up with avant-garde buildings that are Romanesque, Gothic, Renaissance, Baroque and Neo-Classical-inspired. Across the river is an astounding skyline of Shanghai’s skyscrapers, including the famous Oriental Pearl Tower.

The Bund
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Souvenir Hunt at the Yuyuan Gardens

One does not think of tranquility when you come to the Yuyuan Gardens. A souvenir paradise, there are countless vendors surrounding the lively square amongst impressive classical Chinese architecture. Shop for jade, jewelry or handicrafts, or even splurge at the more popular brands within the gardens.

Yuyuan Gadens
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Socialize at Xintiandi

Located in the French Concessions Area is Xintiandi, the ultimate car-free shopping, dining and entertainment area. Traditional Shikumen (stone gate) buildings have been turned into cafés and restaurants, bars and chic boutique stores. Translated as “new heaven and earth”, Xintiandi is a great place to soak in the historical and cultural elements of the city set amidst modernity.

Xintiandi
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Be a Culture Vulture at the Shanghai Art Museum

From the outside, the building strikes an opulent modern pose but once inside, it is a sanctuary for ancient art appreciation. Take a look at the intricate beauty of thousand-year-old Chinese bronzes, sculptures, ceramics, jades, seals, calligraphies, coins and currencies, paintings, furniture as well as crafts of China’s ethnic minorities.

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Shop 'til You Drop at Nanjing Road

A true shopping paradise! Nanjing Road is one of the world’s longest and most vibrant shopping districts, and a must-see for fashion shoppers and tourists! This 6km-long street is constantly buzzing with excitement all day, and when night falls, the vibrant lights from the stores and restaurants illuminate the street brilliantly.

Nanjing Road
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Source: http://www.airasia.com/ph/en/destinations/shanghai.page

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During traveling, there are some parts when all we do is sit around, like during a long bus ride. While looking out the windows and taking in the passing scenery may be enough for some (or some time), others get restless from being still for a long time (like me). So don't waste a moment and put in a bit more dose of laughter, learning, and good vibes to your trips with these 7 fun games to play while on an adventure:

1. SOS

What It Is

Or Sketch-O-Sand. Like Pictionary or Guess-a-Sketch except on sand.

Best Time and Place to Play It

On the beach

What You'll Need

- A tiny portion of the beach

- A stick or any "sketching" implements. You can use your hands

- At least three categories e.g. Places, Food, Movies

How Many to Play

At least two

How to Play and What You'll Win

A player chooses a category and decides on a word or phrase related to it. The same player then announces only the category he or she has chosen. In 60 seconds, the player "sketches" on the sand a picture that represents the word or phrase he or she picked. No letters allowed. The others will then guess the word or phrase. The first person who guesses correctly gets a point. Players then take turns on sketching. The person who makes the least correct guesses will cook or pay for the next meal.

The reclaimed area across the Hardin ni Balagtas in Bataan

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2. CHUBBY HIKER BUNNY

What it is

Exactly like the Chubby Bunny game except the stakes are higher.

Best Time and Place to Play It

When you're on a hike and taking a food break

What You'll Need

- Marshmallow. Lots of them

- Water. Lots of it since you'll need to wash all that marshmallow after

How Many to Play

At least two

How to Play and What You'll Win

Players put a marshmallow in their mouths and try to clearly and audibly say the phrase "Chubby Hiker Bunny." Repeat. The person who says the phrase with the least marshmallows in his or her mouth is the loser and will pay the tour guide fee.

Descending Mount Pulag through Ambangeg

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3. ETA

What It Is

Test your calculation skills and power of foresight with this game.

Best Time and Place to Play It

During commute, whether it be land, air, or water, especially when you're stuck in traffic or your flight just got delayed

What You'll Need

- Any form of moving transportation

How Many to Play

At least two

How to Play and What You'll Win

The game only begins once the vehicle starts moving. Each player gives an estimated time of arrival. The player who has the closest guess without going over is the winner. His or her companion/s will buy his or her next meal.

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On the way to Batanes

4. BETTER NOT BE LATE

What It Is

A game that will teach you that time is indeed money

Best Time and Place to Play It

During assembly at the meeting place

What You'll Need

- A meeting place and assembly time

How Many to Play

At least two

How to Play and What You'll Win

Set a time and place for the assembly. The person who comes in last, regardless of reason, pays the others Php50 (or more) for the delay. #savage

A portion of Mount Pulag's Akiki Trail

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5. FROM A to Z

What It Is

This will rattle your brain for some General Knowledge.

Best Time and Place to Play It

On a roadtrip, or on a long car ride. Or when you're just chilling on the beach

What You'll Need

- Super brainzzz

How Many to Play

At least two. Or play against yourself, you brainiac

How to Play

Give a category (Country, Dessert, Mga Taong Nanakit Sa'yo). A player then says a word that's under chosen category beginning with the letter A. Another player follows by saying a word, this time beginning with B. And so on. The person who fails to give a word pays for gas, the fare, or your next meal.

Toploading on the way to Buscalan to meet Apo Whang-Od

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6. CAYGO

What It Is

Short for Clean As You Go. LNT, bro!

Best Time and Place to Play It

During a hike, on the beach... Wherever, actually

What You'll Need

- Trash bags

- Gloves (optional)

How Many to Play

You can play this solo or with a group

How to Play and What You'll Win

Pick up trash as you walk. The heavier your trash bag gets, the more you'll feel better about yourself. You win at traveling responsibly!

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7. TAGUAN NG FEELINGS

What It Is

*Insert hugot here*

Best Time and Place to Play It

When you're already falling for your travel buddy but they wont let you cross the platonic boundary

What You'll Need

- Paasa na Travel Buddy

- Ikaw na madaling ma-fall

How Many to Play

At least two, p'wede ding three or more'pag malandi

How to Play It

Hindi, joke lang– parang relasyon n'yo.

#foreveralone (joke lang ulit)

Got a game you like playing while traveling? Share them in the comments! And oh, sorry for that last one. :D

Travel, as an experience, is inherently mercurial. It is transient and never takes on a shape twice, but the feeling it evokes is always the same: yourself in tune after a while of being so out of sync. That's what makes the whole process of traveling so addicting – that the details, upon recall, are not necessarily accurate yet the soul somehow thrives in spite of. There are moments, however, that capture the beautiful transience of traveling, a bit of it at least. Only stepping out of our comfort zones would have created these memories, which are now part of who we are, and are no doubt worth repeating. You already know about that time we had an airplane to ourselves and that one when I missed my flight. So, here are five more of my most memorable travel experiences:

1. The Goats Who Did Not Want to Be Ran Over

It was a day in early October. The post-dawn sky was overcast and the Batan air had just a hint of rain in it. Dennis and I had a breakfast of meatloaf and Pancit Canton, (incredibly healthy, I know) and were geared for a day out in the sun. Nanay Cita, the kind and warm owner of the lodge we were staying at, had arranged beforehand a motorcycle for us to use the whole day. We were to ride around mainland Batanes. I was the driver, Dennis riding pillion.

We started riding at around 8:30 AM, later than what we'd initially planned, but it didn't really matter. In Batanes, Time is never an issue, for everything is beautiful at every hour. Even the suddenly bright, clear, melanoma-causing skies did not faze us.

At any rate, we traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping here in there to take photos and to enjoy the magnificent vistas. When a stretch of the ocean and a length of rolling hills take turns to form a roadside, it's hard to just keep going. Yet there was one incident that had stolen the spotlight from the scenic views.

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After we stopped at Alapad Pass and the Deadman's Curve in Uyugan, a light drizzle had started pouring. The sky was still bright, though, so we pushed on. We were passing through a slightly inclined road flanked by grasslands when the drizzle stopped, the petrichor making the scene of a variety of livestock grazing even cozier. When the road leveled, we saw a flock of goats all poised to cross the road. One of them hurriedly retreating upon hearing engine noise. Naturally, I put on the brakes. The goats just stood there, staring at us with their beady black eyes. It took me several seconds before I realized we were waiting on each other. So, as kind of a joke, I did what considerate motorists do when pedestrians hesitate while crossing the road: I signaled the goats to go ahead. And, to both Dennis' and my surprise, they did. All of them. Like a bunch of smart no-nonsense human pedestrians.

Those are them. The goats we humans could all learn from

2. I Don't Know What You're Saying But Let Me Help

We often hear stories of kindness on the road. And it's true, especially if you believe in the inherent goodness of people. I've experienced this towards the end of my first solo travel in Mindanao for my birthday.

I'd just got back from Gumasa. It was a little past noon. My flight back to Manila was at 5PM. I was thinking of grabbing takeout lunch at the nearby KCC Mall when I remembered I still had bread and Cheezewiz, so I decided to head straight to the airport instead. Better early than miss my flight again. So, I hailed a tricycle and told the driver to take me to the General Santos Airport. I didn't know how to get there from KCC Mall and had forgotten to Google it. Fortunately, the driver nodded his head yes. I was his lone passenger and he struck up a conversation. He spoke in Bisaya, judging from the pathetically few words I could recognize. I managed to communicate that I was traveling solo and that I'm scheduled to go back to Manila. He managed to tell me how brave I was. There was silence after that. Several passengers got on the tricycle and I couldn't see any hint that I was nearing the airport.

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When most of the passengers got off, leaving me alone with the driver, he spoke again. It sounded like a question but, try as I may, I couldn't understand what he was saying. I kept telling him in Tagalog that I needed to go to the airport lest I miss my flight. After at least 15 minutes of gesturing and grave head-shaking and nodding, we came to the following conclusion: a) he finally realized I could barely understand him, b) he didn't want to tell me his name; c) he misheard me and thought I was going elsewhere (where, I didn't understand), d) the airport is still far and no tricycle from the KCC Mall would take me there directly; e) cabs rarely go where we were currently at (I don't know where it was, but it was all residential houses and roadside stalls); and f) he'd take me somewhere I could get a ride to the airport. And so, he took me to a tricycle terminal, then motioned for me to stay seated while he proceeded to talk to another driver. My driver pointed to my backpack and made airplane motions, certainly just to assure me, probably because I was starting to look worried. The other driver nodded and got back to calling for other passengers. My driver walked back to me and gestured that all was settled. I reached for my wallet but he gently pushed my hands away and shook his head. I insisted and fished a Php500 bill. He vigorously waved a hand and instead hauled my backpack to the other tricyle. I followed him and tried to force the bill into his hand but he kept pulling away. I sighed and spread my arms, hugging him instead.

"Daghang salamat, kuya," I said quickly.

When I was seated, Kuya peeked inside and told me "Ingat na lang d'yan, iha."

He went back to his tricycle and drove off without taking a glance at me. It was still early to abandon my worry but I'd known, at that moment, in my guts and without a doubt, I'd get home safe. And I had. And now I remember Kuya when the world seems like a dark, dark place.

3. Palawan Admission

Dennis and I traveled to Puerto Prinsesa for his birthday last 2015. We already went island-hopping at Honday Bay, and for his actual birthday, we had a city tour and ended the night Firefly-watching at the Iwahig River. We were scheduled a trip to the Underground River the next day. When we went back to our lodge, however, Dennis started complaining about his stomach. We'd eaten Tamilok and a bunch of other things that day so I figured he just needed to go number 2. We cleaned up and turned in early. Beside me, I heard him moaning but we both eventually fell asleep.

Later on, in the middle of the night, I was woken by the sound of someone throwing up in the bathroom. Dennis was hurling. I turned the lights on and saw him emerge from the bathroom all pale and miserable. I told him to sit down. He said his stomach felt cold. I then bought him a cup noodle (well, technically, er, I stole it. There was no one in the lodge store. I paid for it the next day). After a few sips, he threw up again, all over the floor, curled into fetal position, and made sounds of a dying animal. I called our tricycle service but he wasn't answering. I managed to rouse the caretakers awake and have them call up another tricycle to take us to the hospital. Instead of touring the Underground River, we spent half the day at a hospital in Puerto Prinsesa. Dennis caught an amoeba. You know what they say in the backpacking community: it's bound to happen soon. Fun!

A little furry friend from Palawan says hello!

Speaking of being sick...

4. Together Forever in Itbayat

Part of our Batanes itinerary was a trip to the island of Itbayat. Dennis and I knew it takes 3 to 4 hours, even five, of sea travel to get there, but we were willing and able.

It was a cloudy day when we left Batan and as soon as we ventured farther to the open sea, the waters turned rough. The faluwa was full of passengers; the waves rocking us violently.

Forty-five minutes into the voyage and my intestines started tying themselves into a knot. My face felt like it was being ripped from my skull. My head was airy. I grabbed a plastic bag from my backpack then one more violent lurch and I retched. I looked at Dennis who was sitting behind me. He smiled reassuringly. I hurled again. He kneaded my back. I kept throwing up until the plastic got full. I was worried I'd make a mess when one of the boatmen handed me several white plastic bags, as if it was protocol to kept a load of them in the boat. Maybe it was.

My hurling settled for a while and a local beside me asked if it was my first time. I nodded yes. She told me the sea that day was at its calmest. The look on my face must've been priceless because she suddenly chuckled.

Despite the waves, I willed myself to fall asleep. Two hours in, I jolted awake and retched again. Dennis grabbed a plastic from me and let out a good amount of vomit. We spent the remaining boat ride by alternately stroking each other's backs while one of us threw up, sneaking in what-were-we-thinking laughter in between. It was the most romantic thing ever.

The faluwa to Itbayat

5. Glide, Slide, and Roll

We started this list with a motorcycle story. Let's end it with another one.

It was already nighttime when we finished our exploration of Mount Paliparan. We had dinner at Cuyambay before we left for home. I brought a motorcycle so it'd be convenient for us – I'd anticipated staying late. We'd just turned right to Sampaloc Road, Dennis and I recalling our amazing experience at Paliparan and with the Dumagat, when I noticed our gas tank was nearly empty. There was a gas station at the junction but I said we can reload at the one near the Manila East Road. So, we continued talking about our latest experience. The sky dark and filled with stars. For stretches of road, ours was the only vehicle.

At Hagkanan in Mount Paliparan

Just before the Bakasyunan Resort, the motorcycle sputtered to a stop. We were out of gas! And there was no one around. The nearest gas station was still far away. It was pitch black and across the road, a dog was barking angrily at us. I handed Dennis my phone and told him to turn on the flashlight. We got off the bike, I set the gear to Neutral and rolled it up the slightly inclined road while Dennis waved the flashlight so passing vehicles could see us. Frankly, I hadn't thought of asking for help that time. I believe the light was just for me to avoid falling in a ditch, off a cliff, or in a pothole – also for passing vehicles not to run us over.

Read Also: Mount Paliparan DIY Guide

In any event, I walked the motorcycle until the road sloped down. I hopped on and told Dennis to do the same. We then allowed gravity to do its thing. We glided our way down Sampaloc with no gas, only getting off once along the way. The rest of the ride, gravity took over. We leaned towards the road to increase the momentum and was quite proud of ourselves when we reached a gasoline station.

Unfortunately, it was already closed.

The next station was, maybe, five, six blocks away, and near the highway, but the road was now flat. We could no longer rely on gravity. So I dragged the bike by foot. A few meters from the next gas station, my face fell. It was closed too! I was already telling Dennis about my plan to leave him with the bike while I ride a tricycle to buy gas when I saw a lit-up and still very much open gasoline station on the other side of the highway. We dashed to it and breathed a loud sigh of relief. Moral of the story? There are two: 1) Pay attention to and heed your fuel gauge– make sure also that it is working; and 2) Gravity isn't always a bitch.

These are some of my most memorable travel experiences. What about your? I'm sure you have lots to tell! Share them in the comments below!

For residents of Montalban, Rodriguez, San Mateo and other nearby towns, you can now get your caffeine fix because Starbucks SM City San Mateo had just opened!

Located on the first floor, just beside the mall entrance, the newest Starbucks in Rizal has a spacious store complete with ambient lighting perfect for selfies and taking photos of your handcrafted beverage. It's not as cozy as other Starbucks out there, instead taking on a slick and professional vibe – perhaps a nod to the working millenials in the area.

Used my Starbucks card because it's convenient and you get all sorts of perks!

Got a smile with my hot Green Tea Latte

These weren't all for me. I was with my Ate. :D

Free Banana Bread!

A very spacious and professional-looking store

So, if you're in the mood for some coffee right after a hike at nearby Mt. Pamitinan, head out to Starbucks SM City San Mateo!

Lately, I'm finding myself more and more interested in trees. And no, that wasn't a metaphor. I literally am interested in trees – in love, even. When I'm walking 'round town or whenever I ride my bicycle, I'd stop just so I could inspect trees, especially if they're flowering. I have this desire to accurately recognize trees on sight, so much so that I've decided I'd take up Forestry as soon as I have money to spare. But for now. I'd have to make do with what I read on the Internet and in The Shrub Identification Book I'd scored from a book sale. (If you have any tree-related book you're no longer using, can I have it?)

At any rate, while many in the travel community rejoiced at the news of a soon-to-be cherry blossoms park in Benguet, my reaction was, "Whaaaat the heck?" and a face-palm. Now I'm no expert and I'm not claiming that I am (just in case the first sentence wasn't clear enough), but from what I know about trees and biodiversity, introducing exotic flora is almost always (not always, but almost) bad for the environment. See, planting trees isn't enough. The "endemicity" of the tree species must also be considered. This means that whatever is planted should be native to the area, it should already be growing there. You ask, why is this important?

Everything is connected. Every action, even the tiniest ones, reverberates across and affects everything. Flora depend on fauna and vice versa. So, if you plant an exotic tree, it would have no ecological significance and would only compete with the native flora for nutrients – the former completely overpowering the latter in most cases. Haplessly introducing a species to an area could make it a dead zone. As my Biology-major friend noted, "The intention [behind the cherry blossoms park] is good, but in an ecological perspective, just no."

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So, to stay true to my advocacy of raising awareness, and promoting responsible travel and love for the environment, let me present to you this list of trees that are so much better than cherry blossoms. They are better for the sole reason that they are native to the Philippines; they are our own. They are vital to maintaining ecological balance, and make up our natural heritage. Remember: "support local" does not only apply to local products and domestic travel.

9 Philippine Native Trees Better Than Cherry Blossoms

1. KATMON (Dillenia philippinensis)

Conservation Status:Vulnerable

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Katmon is found only in the Philippines, being common in forests of low and medium altitude throughout the islands in primary and secondary forests. It can also be used for urban greening and is a favorite among garden enthusiasts.

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The fruit of Katmon, whose acid is mixed with sugar to make a traditional cure for cough, is known as elephant apple. The fruit is edible with a flavor similar to a sour green apple and is used to make sauces, jams, and flavoring for fish. Katmon's flowers are large, white, and are about 15 centimeters in diameter with reddish pistils and stamens. This evergreen tree can grow as high as 15 meters and its wood is suitable for furniture. When quartered, the wood has a beautiful silver grain similar to a quartered oak, whose features are suitable for furniture and cabinet making.

2. MOLAVE (Vitex parviflora)

Conservation Status: Vulnerable

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"Molave forests" can be found all throughout the Philippines. It is common in both secondary and open primary forests at low altitude. Aside from the Philippines, Molave is also native to Indonesia and Malaysia.

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Molave can grow up to 30 meters and its wood is one of the hardest. It is used in railroad ties, ship-building, and high-grade construction where strength and durability is necessary. The flowers are purplish, numerous, in clusters at the end of small branches. Its leaves, resistant to fungal, termite, and lyctus beetle attack, are used as fodder. Molave is also often used in reforestation projects in the country.

3. BANI (Milletia pinnata; syn. Pongamia pinnata)

Conservation Status: Least Concern

A town in Pangasinan is named after the magnificent Bani. While it is native in southern and eastern Asia, and Australia, Bani is also cultivated in Africa and the USA.

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A legume tree, Bani grows to about 15–25 meters in height with a large canopy spreading wide. It may be deciduous (sheds it leaves) for short periods. It is often used as a windbreak or for shade due to the large canopy and showy fragrant flowers. Bani's flowers are small clusters of white, purple and pink. The flowers are used by gardeners as compost for plants requiring rich nutrients. The wood is said to be beautifully grained but splits easily when cut thus relegating it to firewood, posts, and tool handles. For thousands of years, its oil, known as pongamia oil, has been used as lamp oil, in soap making, and as a lubricant.

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4. ILANG-ILANG (Cananga odorata)

Conservation Status: N/A

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Ilang-ilang originates in the Philippines, Indonesia, and Malaysia. It is a medium-sized tree reaching a height of up to 40 meters tall. When grown for perfume extraction, it is grown not more than three meters tall for easy collection of the flowers.

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The flower is drooping, long-stalked, with six narrow, greenish-yellow (rarely pink) petals, and produces a highly fragrant oil. It is often strung with sampaguita to make leis offered in religious ceremonies. The famous Chanel No. 5 uses extracts of the Ilang-ilang flowers.

5. BANABA (Lagerstroemia speciosa)

Conservation Status: N/A

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Banaba is native to tropical southern Asia. Known also as the Pride of India, It is also widely cultivated as an ornamental plant in tropical and subtropical areas.

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The leaves of the Banaba and other parts are used widely in the Philippines, Taiwan, and Japan for tea preparation. Each flower has six white to purple petals and blooms only once in a year at the peak of summer. Banaba is also one of the 69 herbal plants promoted by the Department of Health (DOH).

6. MALABULAK (Bombax ceiba)

Conservation Status: N/A

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Malabulak is often mistaken as the Fire Tree (Delonix regia) or the Caballero (Caesalpinia pulcherrima) because of its similarly vibrant red flowers. In Tagalog, it is also known as Buboi-gubat, and Taglinau. It closely resembles the Kapok (Ceiba pentandrum) which is an introduced species.

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Malabulak grows up to 25 meters. It sheds it leaves then gets covered in beautiful red flowers that attract lots of insects and birds. Malabulak usually blooms in February.

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7. DAP-DAP (Erythrina orientalis)

Conservation Status: Least Concern

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Dap-dap is a thorny deciduous tree growing to 27 meters tall. In the Philippines, it is commonly found along seashores and is frequently planted inland.

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Dap-dap's flowers are large and numerous with bright red petals. It is used in traditional medicine across its native area including the Philippines, China and India to treat a range of aliments including joint pain and parasitic infections.

8. SALINGBOBOG (Crateva religiosa)

Conservation Status: N/A

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Salingbobog, also known as Balai-lamok, is a moderate-sized deciduous tree growing to a height of 15 meters. It may be the closest thing we have to a cherry blossom.

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The fruit of the tree is edible and high in vitamin C. Salingbobog's leaves are traditionally used to treat irregular menstruation. Its flowers are greenish-yellow which turns purplish later. The flowers are filled with nectar, making it attractive to many insects and birds.

9. NARRA (Pterocarpus indicus)

Conservation Status: Vulnerable

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The Philippines' national tree, Narra is found in primary and secondary forests at low and medium altitudes throughout the country.

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Narra's purplish rose-scented hardwood is much sought-after in the furniture-making industry primarily because it is generally termite-resistant. Its slightly fragrant yellow or yellow-orange flowers bloom from February to May and are a source of honey.

Did you know our national tree has such beautiful flowers?

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These are some of our native trees that could give Cherry Blossoms a run for its money! Want to know more about our country's native plants? Check out the Philippine Native Plants Conservation Society, Inc.!

Dear Celine,

I am telling you now: there will be disappointments. There will be heartaches. You will lose sight of who you are. You will lose your Signal Fire. Your sorrow will be so great, it will cripple you and render you useless. Soon, for the first time in your life, you will face your greatest demon. Whatever you think or do or say, you will not be prepared.

The hard days will make your existence seem tiring. You will grow weary. But you are young, Celine. You must remember that. You will be dealt with your share of pain and loss. You will cry a storm of tears and your soul will never be the same again, but never ever let your dark thoughts win. Do not succumb. Listen to your friends, to those who love you. They will lead you out. Believe me, one way or another, you will endure.

You are allowed mistakes and second-guessing. People might be expecting perfection from you, but you don't have to comply. You set the bar too high, it's true, but the only measure that matters is the one you define. Whatever your heart tells you, follow it. Good days will come.

Soon, you will look at yourself and see purpose. You will face a hard choice. Have courage. Trust yourself to do what is right and necessary. You will.

The void in your heart will always be there but all that you broke and is broken will be mended. You will find your core, your anchor. It will come with a price but you will be able to pay it. As a result, you will be more present, no longer caught between a long-gone past and an uncertain future. You will be more here.

The changes will surprise those who are closest to you. But you will be the most surprised of them all.

My dear Celine, in time, your bushy hair, your bulbous nose, your thick thighs, flabby arms and all your nameless fears and insecurities – you will find a way to make them work. You will get over yourself and you will be kinder.

Go with your instinct. I cannot say this enough: follow your heart. Do not let your dreams and passion die. Nourish them. Let them guide your every choice. Do what you have to do.

Everything will work out, I promise.

With so much love and hope,

Celine

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If you haven't watched Heneral Luna, then you should. At the very least, it is a piece of cinematic art we Filipinos could be proud of. Speaking of something to be proud of, my article about native trees has recently went viral. And the comments it received were quite amusing – the Filipinos' deep-seated colonial mentality making an appearance in some of them. Don't believe me? Read them for yourself: 9 Philippine Native Trees Better Than Cherry Blossoms.

At any rate, this BuzzFeed article really hit my funny bone. As a result, I decided to put my own spin on it, making it relatable for travelers. So, #relate na!

1. The Seat Sale Struggle

2. The Seat Sale Struggle 2.0

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3. It's the Barkada Outing Cycle all over again

4. You know what's fair, buddy

5. Your barkada managed to break free from the vicious Barkada Outing Cycle... without you

6. Show 'em who's the real boss

7. Cue in ang 'di marunong magmahal sa sariling wika...

8. *Sad emoji*

9. Grabe ka sa'kin, boss

10. The NAIA Struggle

11. Mag-DIY na lang siguro tayo, mga bes

What's your favorite Heneral Luna line to use?

A new hiking destination recently been opened in Cuyambay in Tanay, Rizal. Dubbed as the Maysawa Circuit, this twin hike includes Mount Sapari and Mount Binutasan.

In an initiative of the Dumagat locals, who consider most of the surrounding peaks as part of their ancestral domain, the duo of mountains is being developed as an ecotourism site, similar to what's been done at nearby Mount Paliparan.

The grassroots efforts of the Dumagat of Cuyambay are admirable and should be emulated, intending to stop – or at least minimize – the destructive and unsustainable ways the locals have been practicing for decades.

Related Adventure: Mount Paliparan DIY Guide

BACKGROUND

Mount Sapari and Mount Binutasan are within Sitio Maysawa– the largest in Cuyambay, and, if I'm not mistaken, in the entire province of Tanay. Maysawa's residents rely on farming and a mostly self-sufficient micro economy which involves livestock and poultry rearing. Some of them, though, are still involved in pag-uuling. Hopefully, the opening of the mountains in their sitio will make them abandon their unsustainable ways and instead become protectors of the environment through ecotourism.

Mount Binutasan in the background

Mount Sapari stands at 591 MASL. Its name was derived from concatenation of the words sa pari, meaning "of the priest". Named so because, according to the elders, the first inhabitant of the mountain was a priest who spent all his life there. On the other hand, Mount Binutasan dips a little at 562 MASL and got its name from binutas– to make a hole – owing to the fact that a path was made through its slopes to get to another baranggay: Sto. Niño.

TRAIL

The trail starts at the highway. The first part, mostly dirt roads and a length of pavement, serves as Maysawa's main thoroughfare. Tricycles and habal-habal can often be seen taking this route. In fact, you can take one right up to the trailhead. This option will take just about 1 and a half hour to reach Mount Sapari.

The dirt road that makes up the first part of the trail

The path goes through a thick forest

Bamboo is abundant in the early parts of the trail

Occasional small farms flank the path

The trail then connects to a narrow path that wends through a relatively thick forest with occasional houses and farms on the flanks. It then gently ascends to undulating cogon-grasslands similar to Mount Tagapo. Several hills and view decks are passed by on the way from Mount Sapari to Mount Binutasan. Cogon is tall, thick, and almost always wet with dew so prepare accordingly.

Grasslands dominate the entirety of the circuit

Cuyambay's Kagawad Rose - one of the spearheads of the place's ecotourism program

The peaks, nestled in the middle of the Tanay's mountain clusters, offer a breathtaking 360-degree view that includes Mount Daraitan, Mount Maynuba, Mount Cayabu, Mount Batolusong, and the Masungi Limestone Spine. The circuit's best feature, however, is the wispy sea of clouds that makes it away around – a scene straight out of a fantasy novel!

On the way down, you'll pass by Ka Larry's farm. Be careful of Mambo the dog, though. He's still adjusting to the presence of other people. Some fish ponds and a piggery is on the way too — the former being considered to become a "fish-and-pay" site. You may also order a 40-kilo native lechon at the piggery at Php100/kilo if you so ever have a hankering for pork.

Banaba trees can be found on the way down Mt. Binutasan

Ka Larry and Mambo

Native pigs will greet you on your way back to the trailhead

The last part of the trail before heading back to the jumpoff

The trail has lush vegetation and interesting forest flowers

The trek, including the descent and the sidetrips, takes about 8 hours, but could take longer depending on pacing, photo ops, and rest stops. A campsite is being developed in the trail, so overnight stay is possible.

Overall, the trail is relatively easier than that of Mount Paliparan but the cogon grass provides another challenge altogether, causing slips, scratches, and impeding your sight as you move along the trail. The lack of trees may also prove an obstacle, but generally, the surrounding mountains make for a temperate weather.

Related Adventure: Mount Tagapo DIY Guide

SIDETRIPS

The circuit, like Paliparan's Tuoy and Tungtong, also affords several sidetrips.

Batis

On your traverse, you will pass by several enclaves and pockets of water where schools of what seem like doctor fish (although I'm not sure) thrive.

Fish spa in the natural setting

Farther, you may take a pitstop at the refreshing brook simply known as "batis" where the water is deemed by Maysawa residents clean enough for washing clothes and bathing. Batis is a perfect spot to catch your breath as it's under a rock overhang decorated with lush canopies. The sound of trickling water and the cool air will make you forget your ails.

You may also bathe in the basin. The deepest part is only around five feet and the water is just the right kind of cold.

Falls

There is also the Maysawa Falls but its cascades are inconsistent due to some disturbance in its natural watercourse. The locals have been discussing ways to restore it.

You may also ride Tisay the mestiza horse

Related Adventure: The Mystique of Tungtong Falls

SAMPLE ITINERARY

Dayhike (from Hi-way)

01:00 to 01:45 - Angono to Tanay Town Proper

01:45 to 02:15 - To Sampaloc Junction

02:15 to 03:00 - To Cuyambay Baranggay Hall

03:00 to 03:15 - Register, pay fees, get guide, briefing

03:15 to 03:25 - Tricycle to Maysawa

03:15 to 05:30 - To Mt. Sapari

05:30 to 06:30 - Photo Op/Breakfast

06:30 to 07:45 - To Mt. Binutasan

07:45 to 08:15 - Photo Op

08:15 to 08:45 - To Ka Larry's

08:45 to 09:15 - To Batis

09:15 to 10:00 - Rest, bathe, photo op

10:00 to 10:15 - to Fish pond / piggery

10:15 to 11:30 - Back to jump-off

11:30 to 12:00 - Eat Delicious Lomi with homemade noodles

Celine's Note: You may shorten the trek by 1.5 to 3 hours by taking a tricyle or habal-habal from and to the jump-off. These vehicles can take you straight to the trailhead, and back to the Lomi store.

BREAKDOWN OF EXPENSES

(Per pax unless otherwise stated)

Santolan vv Cogeo (Php20 x 2) - Php40

Cogeo vv Cuyambay (Php48 x 2) - Php96

Habal-habal fare from Sampaloc Hiway to Baranggay Hall (good for 2 pax) - Php25

Habal-habal fare from Baranggay Hall to Sampaloc Hiway (good for 2 pax) - Php30

Angono vv Tanay Town Proper (Php35 x 2) = Php70

Tanay Town Proper vv Sampaloc Junction (Php27 x 2) = Php56

Habal-habal from Sampaloc Junction to Cuyambay Baranggay Hall (good for 2) = Php150 to Php200

Registration Fee - Php20

Seedling (mandatory; to be collected to fund the community's tree-planting event) - Php10

Tour guide (mandatory) - Php500 for a maximum of 6 pax for dayhikes; Php1250 for a maximum of 6 pax for overnights

HOW TO GET THERE

via Private Transport

Route 1 via Marcos Highway

Course through Marcos Highway. You will pass through Masinag, Cogeo, Boso-boso Resort, Foremost Farms, Palo Alto, and Garden Cottages. The welcome arc to Brgy. Cuyambay will be on your right.

Route 2 via Sampaloc in Tanay

Take Sampaloc Road. You will pass by the street to Daranak Falls. Go straight until you arrive at a junction. Turn left. Follow this scenic road. It'll be a 45 minutes to an hour ride. You will pass by Sierra Madre resort on your right, Ten Cents to Heaven on your left. The welcome arc to Cuyambay will be on your left when taking this route.

via Public Transportation

Route 1 via Cogeo

Ride a van or jeepney going to Padilla/Cogeo Gate 2. Get off at Gate 2 and from here take a jeep bound to Sampaloc in Tanay. It'll be the same route as Route 1 in private transportation.

Route 2 via Tanay

Take a jeepney to Tanay town proper. In the Tanay Public Market, there are jeepneys that go directly to Cuyambay. If there are no jeeps available, you can take a Jeep to Sampaloc, get off at the junction and take another jeep bound for Cogeo. Or you can hire a tricycle to take you to Cuyambay. Fare is 500 one way but can be haggled down to 350. Alternatively, you can hire a tricycle up to the Sampaloc junction. There are jeepneys going to Cogeo that'll pass by Cuyambay.

Celine's Note: In the Tanay Public Market, trips to Cuyambay are available as early as 5AM and as late as 5PM. Jeeps to Sampaloc are available for much later at 10PM. Jeeps, vehicles in general, are rare once you get to Cuyambay. You could spend up to an hour waiting for a jeepney. Plus, jeeps are often filled to the roof when they pass by here. So take this into account.

Related Adventure: DIY Guide to Mount Sembrano

OTHER CONCERNS AND REMINDERS

- Practice the LNT Principles at all times (Read: 8 Basic Etiquette Rules Every Modern Traveler Should Know)

- Wear appropriate clothing to avoid injury and wounds, put on some sunscreen too

- Understand that this new adventure spot is managed by the Dumagat community who are used to practicing unsustainable activities such as paguuling to live. This shift to tourism is being done to introduce a more sustainable way of living. Please, 'wag mambarat. (Read: Why It's Important You Take the Cuyambay Route When Climbing Mount Paliparan)

- Seedlings are bought directly from Dumagat residents who cultivate these from seeds gotten from Paliparan

- You may wash up at the baranggay hall for Php10/pax

- Mobile Reception: Smart, Sun, TNT are stable; Globe and TM are intermittent

- You may park your vehicles around the baranggay hall

- There are plenty of sari-sari stores in the barrio. There is also a Lomihan in the Maysawa jump-off.

CONTACT DETAILS

All inquiries may be directed to Mount Paliparan's Facebook page which is managed by Renson Joco - one of the Dumagat who spearheaded the ecotourism initiative of Cuyambay.

Into mountaineering? Check out Mount Tagapo in Binangonan, Mount Sembrano in Pililla, Mount Pamitinan in Rodriguez, and these other DIY Hiking spots!

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This is the fourth installment of the Spread The Impact series – a collection of travel narratives and guides to less-traveled places in the Philippines, with the aim to spread human impact to the environment as well as uplift the lives of communities through tourism.

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What was once a the site of a United States Navy facility, the Subic Bay Freeport Zone (SBFZ), or Subic Bay, now stands as the Philippines' first successful conversion of a military base into a tax- and duty-free zone. Being one of the points in Region III's Growth Triangle (the other two being Clark, and Tarlac), it supplies the provinces of Bulacan, Nueva Ecija, Tarlac, Pampanga, Bataan, and Zambales of products and services.

Related: The Simple Reason Why April 9 is the Best Time to Visit Bataan

Subic Bay lies 110 km north of Metro Manila, with the Manila Bay and the Bataan Peninsula separating the former from the metropolis. Its waters extend to the West Philippine Sea, and its harbor faces the Zambales Mountain Range. This same mountain range, plus the deep harbor, provides natural protection from typhoons.

Beyond its reputation as a haven for shopping – it has numerous outlet stores and duty-free shopping centers – and an all too common venue for educational tours, SBFZ has also been a long-time practitioner of eco-tourism. Combine these with theme parks and places for a night cap and you're sure to spend a bang-for-the-buck weekend just a few hours from Manila.

THINGS TO DO

Spend a Day Learning Survival Skills
If you're into mountaineering and life in the outdoors, JEST Camp should be on top of your to-do list whenever you're in Subic. Short for Jungle Environment Survival Training Camp, JEST Camp boasts a reputation of being the most famous (and toughest) survival school in the Philippines.

An instructor demonstrating how to get kindling from bamboo

Fire from nothing but bamboo

Learn life skills like building a fire, making utensils out of bamboo, and finding sources of fresh water. You can either opt for a brief live demonstration or enroll in one of JEST Camp's multi-day courses.

Convene with our Feathered Friends
Named after the bird from the Filipino legend called "Si Malakas at Si Maganda", the Magaul Bird Park is located within the vicinity of JEST Camp. It is home to hundreds of birds, from deadly raptors to timid pigeons.

Blue-and-gold macaw found at the Magaul Bird Park

Take the Bird Walk where you'd get to see and learn about the park's feathered residents. There is also a Walk-in Aviary where you can directly interact with these magnificent creatures. Be sure as well not to miss the "Wings of the World" bird show every 11:30AM, 1:30PM, and 3:00PM every day.

Almost 500 birds are featured in "Wings of the World"

Go For a Dose of Adrenaline Rush
JEST Camp is such a sprawling property that even with a bird park and a survival camp already in place, there's still room for a team-building venue.

Angry Birds Arena

Fun and adrenaline-inducing activities include rope courses (complete with a zipline), the Goliath Swing, Sumo Soccer, and a real-life Angry Birds Arena.

Up the Goliath Swing

Have Fun with Mirrors and the Dark
Located along Corregidor Road, Funtastic Park is perfect for kids (or any fun-loving adult, in fact). This indoor recreation facility has quirky attractions such as the 3D Mirror Maze, the Enchanted Forest, and the Dark Room.

Who is that girl I see?

It also has 3D illusions and an inverted room, plus a play area complete with toys and a chalkboard. You can also enjoy taking pictures on a rainbow stairway, finding your way through a hedge maze, and appreciating art pieces made from recycled materials over at the outdoor space. Oooh! There is even a trampoline and a grass slide!

Defying gravity!

See the Aeta in Their Own Turf
Perhaps my favorite among Subic's attractions would be the Pamulaklakin Forest Trail owned and managed by a community of Aeta. It's a less commercialized, more on-the-ground version of JEST Camp. Trek around the forest with a native guide and learn the names of trees and plants as you go. You may also spend your night and camp out in the forest.

Nature Walk with an Aeta guide

Related: Why It's Important You Take the Cuyambay Route When Climbing Mount Paliparan

The most interesting feature of the Pamulaklakin Forest Trail is Tatay Nestor – an elder Aeta and a legitimate Survivor (the TV show) trainer who's already been featured in Time magazine and other notable publications. He demonstrates and teaches survival skills in traditional Aeta raiment and delights visitors with his anecdotes and witty jokes.

Tatay Nestor demonstrating another way to make fire from bamboo

Optional: Go on a Bar Crawl
If you're into partying, go to Harbor Point and sample every bar and pub in the area. But if you have to go to just one, go to the Soluna Sky Bar in BUMA Hotel and Restaurant. I consciously avoid drinking alcohol but their signature drinks and cocktails taste so yummy, I seriously couldn't tell there was alcohol in them.

One of the delicious signature drinks of Soluna Sky Bar

FOODS TO EAT AND SOUVENIRS TO TAKE HOME

When in Subic Bay, one must try the traditional dishes of the Aeta: rice, and sinigang na manok both cooked in bamboo. You can try this in the Kawayan Kitchen in JEST Camp or have the Aeta in Pamulaklakin Trail cook them for you.

Rice cooked (and still) in the bamboo

Try also the cupcakes and milkshakes in the Bird House in JEST Camp. Aside from the delicious offerings, you'll get to dine among birds.

The Bird House is hard to miss

Bird House's yummy menu

Related: Cupcakes at Kim Is Hungry

For a proper fancy meal, head down to BUMA Hotel and Restaurant in Marina Moonbay and try their Bagnet Kare-kare and the all-time Pinoy favorite Crispy Pata. It is heaven, believe me.

A feast by BUMA

BUMA Burger

For souvenirs and pasalubong, make like a balikbayan and stock up on chocolates and imported goods from the many outlet stores and shopping centers in Subic Bay. You can also get some handmade bows and bamboo crafts from the Aeta.

HOW TO GET THERE

Take a Victory Liner bus from the Cubao Terminal heading to either Iba, Zambales or Olongapo. Make sure you take the one passing through SCTEX. You may also ride a bus from the Pasay or Caloocan terminals. From the terminal in Subic, there are jeepneys and tricycles that will take you around the area. There are also buses beside the Harbor Point Mall that will pass by the destinations mentioned here.

Related: The Quintessentially Laid-back Town of Alabat, Quezon

SAMPLE ITINERARY

3 Days, 2 Night
Day 1
07:00 to 11:00 - Cubao to Harbor Point
11:00 to 11:20 - Walk to Buma Hotel and Restaurant; Check in
11:20 to 13:00 - Lunch
13:00 to 20:00 - Free Time
20:00 to 22:00 - Hang out at the Soluna Sky Bar

Day 2
09:00 to 14:00 - JEST Camp (Magaul Bird Park, Survival Skills Demo, Kawayan Kitchen, Rope Courses, Goliath Swing)
14:00 to 14:30 - to Funtastic Park
14:30 to 16:30 - Explore Funtastic Park
16:30 to 17:00 - Back to Buma
17:00 to 18:00 - Clean up
18:00 to 19:30 - Dinner at the hotel restaurant
19:30 to 21:00 - Walk around Harbor Point
21:30 - Lights out

Day 3
07:00 to 07:30 - To Pamulaklakin Trail
07:30 to 09:00 - Nature Trek
09:45 to 10:45 - Tatay Nestor's Demo
10:45 to 11:15 - Back to Buma
11:15 to 13:30 - Check out/ Lunch
13:30 to 17:00 - Departure from Subic Bay to Robinsons Galleria

EXPENSES AND BUDGET

Bus fare (Cubao/Caloocan/Pasay vv. Subic; Php200 to Php220 x 2) Php400 to Php440

Entrance Fees
JEST Camp - for rates and packages, go to their website.
Funtastic Park - Php250; kids 2ft below is free
Pamulaklakin Trail -

Accommodations
For Buma Hotel and Restaurant rates, visit their website.

CONTACT DETAILS

JEST Camp
JEST Area, Upper Mau Cubi Point, Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Zambales
Operating Hours: Mon-Sun; 9AM- 6PM
Landline: +63 47 252 1489

Funtastic Park
Bldg. 2070, Corregidor Highway, Ilanin Forest East District, Subic Bay Freeport Zone
Operating Hours: Mon-Sun; 9AM to 6PM
Mobile: +63 998 530 9377
Landline: +63 47 250 3099.
Email: funtasticparksubicbay@gmail.,com

Pamulaklakin Forest Trail
Binictican Drive, Subic Bay Freeport Zone
Landline: +63 47 252 4151

Buma Subic Hotel and Restaurant
Block 3 Lot 2B Moonbay Marina, Waterfront Road Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Zambales, Philippines
Landline: +63 47 250 8282
Mobile: +63 917 855 7569

This trip was made possible by BUMA Subic Hotel and Restaurant. For luxury within your reach and a hassle-free way to get around Subic Bay, check in here, and avail of their tour packages!

Have you been to Subic? How was your experience? Don't forget to check out other places in the Spread the Impactseries!

This is the fifth installment of the Spread The Impact series – a collection of travel narratives and guides to less-traveled places in the Philippines, with the aim to spread human impact to the environment as well as uplift the lives of communities through tourism.

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Rizal– true to the National Hero whence it got its name – prides itself as the "province that has it all"; and for good reason, what with its collection of activities for just about every kind of adventurer. Its inherent variety springs from the towns that compose it; each sporting a character so defined and sure. But of all the towns, the City of Antipolo, no doubt, stands as the province's epitome. Its microcosm, if you will.

Read: DIY Hiking Guides to the Rizal Mountains

Antipolo lies just about 25 kilometers east of Metro Manila. It was converted from a municipality into a composite city on April 4, 1998 under Republic Act No. 8508. The "City in the Sky", with its elevation, enjoys a relatively cooler climate and a scenic view of the metropolis. Despite being considered as a highly urbanized city, Antipolo gives off just the right mix of urban-and-rural vibe.

The landlocked city is bounded to the north by San Mateo and Rodriguez; to the east by Tanay; to the south by Angono, Taytay, and Teresa; and to the west by Cainta, and Marikina City. It's the most populous city in the CALABARZON region and the seventh in the country with more than 700,000 residents as of 2015.

Read: DIY Guide to Angono

THINGS TO DO

Marvel at the City's Rich Religious Heritage

One of Antipolo's most well-known tourist destinations is the Antipolo Cathedral where a Marian image of Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage is enshrined. Pilgrims flock to this site as part of the traditional "Alay Lakad" on the eves of Good Friday and May 1, with participants trekking from as far as the Quiapo Church.

Begin your Antipolo adventure by attending a mass at this esteemed church, or if you're not into that, you could always appreciate the architecture and the history behind it.

Read: Art As A Veritable Expression of Faith in Marikina's Our Lady of the Abandoned Parish

Spend Some Quality Time with Nature (and your Loved Ones)

Hinilugang Taktak makes one half of the duo that is Antipolo's most popular spots (the Cathedral is the other). It has a National Park designation under the DENR, and is also a National Historical Shrine by virtue of Republic Act No. 6964.

This was a stolen shot. Holler if this is you. :D

There are picnic huts around the park

The park is co-managed by the DENR

The park had undergone major renovations, and while the waterfalls (and its waterways) is still a far cry from its former glory, the rehabilitation efforts had come a long way. Aside from the main waterfall attraction, there is also a pool and picnic sheds around the park. And oh, admission is free!

Read: 8 Adventurous Summer Destinations

Appreciate Art and its Social Revelance

Pinto Art Museum stands as Antipolo's grandest homage to art and culture. Owned by neurologist Dr. Joven Cuanang, the sprawling 1.2-hectare property is home to an extensive collection of paintings, sculptures, and astounding architecture.

Reminds you of Santorini, doesn't it?

What a great reading space, no?

For first-timers, I highly suggest that you take the guided tour. If you're lucky, you may even happen upon Andy Orencio, one of the resident artists of the museum. He had lend his hand on one of the museum's most iconic pieces which is, in fact, a social commentary on the Philippine Zeitgeist. Meaningful conversations with this articulate man amidst walls of visual masterpieces make for a highly stimulating experience.

This iconic painting

Conversations with Andy Orencio will make your Pinto experience so much different

Read: Antipolo on a Motorcyle

Take an Arts and Craft Class

Lanelle Abueva-Francisco, famed artist/potter, established the Crescent Moon Cafe and Restaurant with "creative space" in mind, and in this aspect, she more than succeeded. The eccentric and gypsy-like feels of the area make it uber conducive to unleashing your inner artist. And with the help of Lanelle's daughter, Mahalia, artistic expression now has a permanent place in Antipolo.

The Cafe doesn't have a regular ala carte menu. They cook dishes based on what local ingredients are available for the day. But this dish featuring alagao leaves is a mainstay

Their take on the Suman and Manga

Within the compound of Crescent Moon is the newly opened The Glass Bar. A structure made of mostly glass, it's described as a watering hole, and the creative space of Crescent Moon. Here, classes are available – from pottery to craft beer brewing lessons – for the taking by anyone who's looking to self-improve, or, you know, just de-stress. (Check out their Facebook page for more details.) Pluuus, you can purchase ceramic pottery here.

Ms. Lanelle Abueva-Fernando and her daughter Mahalia

The walkway to the The Glass Bar

Ceramic potter for sale

Get the Best 360-degree View of the Metro

If you want to reap the rewards of a high-elevation town but don't want to travel far, drive (or cycle) your way to Cloud 9. This establishment sits on the highest point of Antipolo. The place is popular for its Hanging Bridge, and,of course, its spectacular view.

That's Teddy Pelaez from Experience Travel & Living, Amber Smith Folkman form amommabroad.com, and Ramon Mariñas of Bienvenido Tours

Crossing the Hanging Bridge

Cloud 9 is also where the studio of local artist Otto Neri is located. So you can say hi and maybe have your portrait commissioned while taking in the scenery. Oh, Cloud 9 also serves great Pinoy meryenda!

Relax Your Ails Away

After a day of traipsing around town, head to Luljetta's Hanging Gardens and Spa for a relaxing massage or a chill time by their famous infinity pool. Immerse yourself in its serene ambiance amidst trees.

This is where you'll get your massage

Imagine this great view while you're having your massage!

Thank Yvette for being my subject!

The room we stayed in at Luljetta's Place

The place is within Loreland Farm Resort which in itself is also a great place to relax. You can bring your barkada or your family here – it's the perfect place to have your bonding!

Loreland Farm Resort's main attraction: the boat

Don't you just want to jump in?

FOODS TO EAT AND SOUVENIRS TO TAKE HOME

Indulge in a Delicious Organic Fanfare

Vieux Chalet Swiss Restaurant is one of Antipolo's best kept gastronomic treasures. It's quaint, cozy, and the food is divine! It has been serving organic, freshly prepared meals for over three decades, and it's only getting better.

Fettucine Padilla

Farmer's Sandwich

Vieux Chalet also now offers rooms to those who want to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Wake up to a view of the mountains while sipping on some chamomile tea and munching on some Farmer's Sandwich.

The color scheme is very Celineism!

Have Some Delightful Cake

And just when you thought your food choices in the town proper consist of nothing but fast food chains, here comes Cake Draft Cafe. Established by bestfriends Cath Sarmiento and Clyden San Pedro (talk about #friendshipgoals), this foodscape offers mouthwatering cakes as well as an array of affordable and delicious dishes.

Yummy chicken pesto

Chef Cath Sarmiento, one half of Cake Draft Cafe's owners

My (and the media group's) top recommendations? The Calamansi Cheesecake, and the Belgian Brownies!

The runaway winner: Calamansi Cheesecake

You have to try the Belgian Brownies too!

Stuff Your Face with Sinful Pinoy Dishes

Another homegrown brand that's making waves is Marison's. This food place has an unassuming facade but packs quite a punch when it comes to the food they serve – a quality it shares with its owners, I'm sure. It's not all talk; it walks the talk.

Classy interiors

Marison's take on the Suman and Manga

Mais con yelo ala Marison's

Those shrimps are already giving me a virtual heart attack

Their specialty? Kare-kare with kasoy butter instead of peanut. It is out of this world! I'm no fan of kare-kare – I think it's too heavy and too bland – but Marison's take on this beloved Pinoy dish won me over. It has a bit of sweetness to it, and is definitely more flavorful than your usual kare-kare. Don't forget to also try the deep-friend kesong puti! It is heaven, I kid you not!

Deep-fried kesong puti!!!!!!!!

Kare-kare with kasoy butter

Say goodbye to your diet!

Go on a SUMAKA Foodtrip and/or Shopping Spree

Suman (a dish made from glutinous rice), Mangga (our beloved mango), and Kasoy (cashew nuts) – these are the native delicacies of Antipolo. You can get your own stash a few steps from the Antipolo Cathedral where there's a market dedicated to selling just these goodies.

No judging if you suddenly feel the need to go panic-buying here, especially with kasoy. I mean you'd be crazy not to! It's obviously ridiculously cheaper here compared to the metro!

At the time, kasoy was 450/kilo!

HOW TO GET THERE

From Cubao Farmer's Market Jeepney Terminal, there are jeeps bound to Antipolo. There are also jeeps and commuter vans in Star Mall Mandaluyong as well as in SM Megamall and in Robinsons Galleria. You can also take the LRT 2 and get off at the Santolan terminal where there are plenty of PUVs going to Antipolo. Once in the vicinity, the destinations listed here are just a short tricycle ride away.

SAMPLE ITINERARY

2 Days; 1 Night

Day 1

06:00 to 08:00 - Departure to Antipolo
08:00 to 09:00 - AntipoloCathedral /Pasalubong Center
09:00 to 10:00 - Hinulugang Taktak National Park
10:00 to 11:00 - Vieux Chalet Swiss Restaurant
11:00 to 13:00 - PintoArt Museum
13:00 to 15:00 - Crescent Moon Café & Pottery Studio
15:00 to 16:00 - Marison’s
16:00 to 18:00 - Check in at Luljetta’s Place Bed & Breakfast + Wash up
18:00 to 20:00 - Dinner at Luljetta’s Hanging Gardens Spa / Lights out

Day 2
07:00 to 08:00 - Breakfast
08:00 to 12:00 - Swim, Massage, Relax at Luljetta's Hanging Gardens
12:00 to 13:00 - CheckOut
13:00 to 14:00 - Cake Draft Cafe
14:00 to 16:00 - Cloud 9
16:00 to 18:00 - Departure from Antipolo

EXPENSES AND BUDGET

Cubao vv. Antipolo (Php35 to Php50 x 2) = Php70 to Php100

Vieux Chalet Menu Price Range - Php225 to Php2,600

Cake Draft Cafe Menu Price Range - Php80 to Php900

Marison's Menu Price Range - Php90 to Php330

Crescent Moon Cafe Buffet Price - Tuesdays to Saturdays, Php450/pax; Sundays, Php550/pax

Entrance Fees

Hinulugang Taktak National Park - Free

Pinto Art Museum - Regular, Php150; Student, Php75

Accommodations

Luljetta's Hanging Gardens - for rates, go here

Loreland Farm Resort - for rates, go here

CONTACT DETAILS

Bienvenido Travel and Tours

Luljetta's Hanging Gardens and Spa, Loreland Farm Resort

Brgy. San Roque, Antipolo City

+63 2 695 1965 / +63 2 570 2532 / +63 917 544 4432 / +63 928 627 8897

wecare@bienvenidotours.com

www.bienvenidotours.com

National Shrine of Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage (Antipolo Cathedral)

P. Oliveros St. Brgy. Dela Paz Antipolo, Rizal

+63 2 571 7347

Hinulugang Taktak National Park

Brgy. Dela Paz, Sumulong Hi-way, Antipolo, Rizal

Mondays to Sundays; 8AM to 5PM

Pinto Art Museum

#1 Sierra Madre St. Grand Heights Antipolo, Rizal

Tuesdays to Sundays, 9AM to 6PM; Mondays, Closed

Vieux Chalet Swiss Restaurant

456 Taktak Road, Sitio Sampaguita, Brgy. Santa Cruz, Antipolo, Rizal

Mondays, Tuesdays, and Sundays, 9AM to 10PM; Fridays and Saturdays, 8AM to 11PM; Wednesdays and Thursdays, Closed

+63 928 288 8584 / +63 2 697 0396

www.vieuxchaletswissrestaurant.com

Cake Draft Cafe

4 P. Oliveros St. Brgy. Dela Paz Antipolo, Rizal

Mondays to Sundays, 10AM to 11PM

+63 2 706 1836

Facebook: www.facebook.com/CakeDraftProjectCafe

Marison's

2/F Village Mall Antipolo Mille Luce, ML Quezon Ave Ext. Antipolo, Rizal

Mondays to Sundays; 10AM to 10PM

+63 2 964 8766

www.marisonsph.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/MarisonsPh

Crescent Moon Cafe and Studio Pottery / The Glass Bar

Sapang Buho Road, Brgy. Dalig, Antipolo, Rizal

Tuesdays and Wednesdays, 10AM to 4PM; Thursdays to Sundays, 9AM to 4PM; Mondays, Closed

+63 2 234 5724

crescentmooncafeantipolo@gmail.com

www.crescentmoonatipolo.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/CrescentMoonCafeAndStudioPottery

Cloud 9
Sumulong Highway, Brgy. Santa Cruz, Antipolo, Rizal
Mondays to Sundays, 7AM to 2PM
+63 2 584 3014
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Cloud9Antipolo

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Wonderful Indonesia,

You are never going to be my last, but wherever I go, wherever my feet take me, I will always be proud and honored that you were my first.

Everything was unexpected; unlikely, in fact. The opportunity to come and meet you had arrived like an episode of snow in a country that had known only rain and sun all its life. It was both confusing and exciting; hard to believe, yet I badly wanted to believe it. And soon, I came to find that it was real, and the sheer realness of it all painted everything with the colors of dreams coming true. It sounds like a cliche, but you are a dream come true. And more than anything, I'm hopeful that you will stand as the first in the series of better things.

Indonesia, my first impression of you was this: You are eerily like my Philippines.

My country's Manila is a twin to your Jakarta – from the traffic, down to the street vendors peddling quail eggs. I know had I stayed a day or two more, I would have seen how one is unlike the other, so forgive me if I'd been quick to judge. See, even Bandung's chilly weather and feel were reminiscent of Tagaytay, and Baguio. The outlet stores reminded me of Sta. Rosa, and Subic. But then you offered me a taste of your varied and rich culture, and I found myself indubitably swept off my feet.

Bamboo Village in Bandung

If in Bandung I was off my feet, Yogyakarta took me to flight. "Jogja" had shown me the Indonesia that I was looking for: grand and artful on the outside, quaint and unassuming on the inside. This city brings a kind of magic to beginnings and endings, a certain brand of calm to a country perpetually churning in a maelstrom of multiculturalism.

Trying my hands at pottery Warung Kopi Borobudur

I'd felt my mind opening up a little bit more by just mulling over the sparkling aquamarine waters that surround the island of Lombok. Here, Indonesia, you've proven that you understand how vital tourism is in preserving heritage and sustaining communities.

Contemplative in Gili Trawangan in Lombok

In Labuan Bajo, tears had been shed, not out of grief, but out of utter joy. The things I'd seen and felt here reaffirm my faith in the Universe and a Higher Power. Tell me, Indonesia, how can I marvel at your grandeur and not believe in God?

Of course, experiences are made by people, and the friendships and connections that prospered while in your embrace are sure to transcend time and distance. If companions make or break a trip, all I can say is my 12-day journey across your folds was veritably made. Moments spent eating noodles, learning curses in another language, giving out piso for ChocNut, discovering the National Treasure that is Chitato, sharing inside jokes, and all the conversations about love and life, these are the true highlights of this trip. I am fortunate to have met souls who made it so difficult to say goodbye. And for this, more than anything else, I am grateful.

Taking in the view along the trail up Padar Island in Labuan Bajo

Don't be surprised, then, my dear Indonesia, when I say you have left me not only with inspiration, but also values. In spite (and, perhaps, because) of all your oxymorons and ironies, your contrasts and your blurred lines, you are secured in your sense of self. Bhineka Tunggal Ika, you proclaim. Diversity in Unity; Many Yet One – this is what I love most about you. You know who you are and what you stand for, and yet you don't force this identity unto others. You are incredibly, amazingly, accepting. And in a world torn by fanaticism, this makes all the difference.

Never relent, Indonesia. You are, in every sense of the word, wonderful.

Unabashedly in love with you,

Celine

By the end of the almost four-hour train ride aboard the Argo Parahyangan from Jakarta, you would have already enjoyed a montage of Indonesian everyday life. Swaths of farmlands, rows of shanties, kids in Batik uniform, and a graveyard for trains are scenes that would have already sped past your window. For just IDR120,000 (about PHP445), this train, complete with foot rests and pillows, will take you to Bandung, Parisj van Java.

Where trains go to die

The Paris of Java.

Why this West Java capital calls itself this is apparent in the many high-end hotels, cafes, boutiques, outlet stores, and shopping centers that, for the most part, make up its topography. Bandung, for all intents and purposes, had taken these vestiges of European colonialism – this “legacy” of the Dutch tea plantation owners that used to be the city’s inhabitants – and owned it. But beyond the retail therapy and luxurious staycations, its real character – Bandung's true colors, if you will – proves to be equally, if not more, enticing.

Read: Hotel Review | Sheraton Bandung

Art Without Nature is Nothing

On the northern part of Bandung lies a wonderland of metal, trees, and imagination. The NuArt Sculpture Park– all five hectares of it – has been providing artists and art connoisseurs a dedicated space since 2000. But before the park hosted workshops, exhibits, and a watering hole in the form of N Café, it was (and still is) the atelier of prominent Bali-born and Bandung-educated sculptor Nyoman Nuarta.

Of real and metal trees

Through copper and brass, Nyoman Nuarta comments on social and environmental issues. “Everything you see is a protest,” he says. And when you see them for yourself, you’d know it’s true. His works on display may appear whimsical. In truth, they are crafted out of dark and awful inspirations. From the 9/11 to indiscriminate whale-fishing, Nuarta draws inspiration from a gamut of the most horrible natural calamities and the worst of human failures.

Inspired by the Aceh Tsunami of 2004

A piece on the May 1998 riots of Indonesia where at least 168 cases of rape were reported

The master sculptor himself

But like all artists, Nuarta remains hopeful. He continues to do what he does best – creating a sort of bliss out of discontentment. Beside a waterfall, he and his team persist in heat and toil, breathing life to another masterpiece that is set to stand in Bali in 2018.

A waterfall right beside the workshop

Nuarta's team in action

A piece that will soon be part of the Garuda Wisnu Kencana Cultural Park in Bali

NuArt Sculpture Park

Jalan Setra Duta Raya No. L 6

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 22 2017812; +62 22 2017816; +62 22 2020414

M: info@nuartsculpturepark.com

W: www.nuartsculpturepark.com

Instagram: @nuartpark

Operating Hours: Sun – Thurs 9AM to 5PM; Fri – Sat 9AM to 9PM

Entrance Fee: Free until further notice

It Takes a Bamboo Village

Rustic; an idyll of bamboo and pastoral scenery – these perfectly describe the Dusun Bambu Family Leisure Park. The park incorporates the humble but pliant bamboo in almost all of its structures, inspiring a sense of nostalgia and a desire for rural life.

Read: Where to Eat in Bandung

Attractions such as Café Burangrang, an Alice In Wonderland-themed playground, floating cottages, and Birdcage– a network of dining coves ala bird’s nests – make for a delightful weekend with the whole family.

Cafe Burangrang

Birdcage - dining coves ala bird's nests

Dusun Bambu Family Leisure Park

Kolonel Masturi KM 11, Cisarua

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 8 2782020

W: www.dusunbambu.com

Instagram: @dusun_bambu

Operating Hours: Mon to Sun 8AM to 9PM

Entrance Fee: IDR15,000/person

Nature, Culture in Harmony

Perhaps the greatest showcase of Bandung’s character can be found in Udjo’s House of Angklung. Established in 1966 by the late Udjo Nalagena and his wife Uum Sumiyati, Saung Angklung Udjo(SAU) was built to preserve West Java’s Sundanese art and culture. Their efforts paid off when angklung– a traditional bamboo musical instrument – was included in the UNESCO List of Intangible Cultural Heritage in 2010.

During the "Mask Dance" performance

At present, SAU continues to be a haven where Sundanese traditions thrive. Its cultural show entitled “Kaulinan Urang Lembur”, or The Villagers’ Playtime, is a collection of educational and engaging performances. It includes a wayang golek (wooden puppet) demonstration, helaran (harvest celebration) rites, an angklung orchestral performance, and an interactive angklung demonstration where the audience gets to learn how to play the instrument.

Angklung, and Arumba (Alunan, RUMpa and BAmbu) - a traditional musical instrument in diatonic tone scale - performance

Angklung Orchestra

Angklung Interactive where the audience gets to try the musical instrument

wayang golek or wooden puppet

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Aside from providing an avenue for art and culture to prosper, SAU also dedicates itself to the conservation and preservation of the natural environment, staying true to the principle of harmony it was anchored on. The cultural sanctuary works with Indonesia’s Ministry of Forestry in the latter’s efforts to reforest the country.

Saung Angklung Udjo (SAU)

Jl. Padasuka 118

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 22 727 1714; +62 22 710 1736

M: Info@angklung-udjo.co.id

W: www.angklung-udjo.co.id

Facebook : Saung Angklung Udjo

Twitter : @angklungudjo

Instagram : @angklungudjo

Operating Hours: Mon – Sun 9AM to 6PM

Fees: (Cultural Show) Weekdays, Local IDR60,000, Foreigners IDR100,000; Weekends, Local IDR70,000, Foreigners IDR110,000; Cultural Visit IDR20,000; Parking is free

Cultural Show Schedule: Mon - Sat 10AM to 11:30AM, 1PM to 2:30PM, 3:30PM to 5:30PM, and 6:30PM to 8PM. A group visit with a minimum of 50 guests should make an appointment at least two weeks in advance.

Want to know more about Bandung? Visit the official website of Indonesia’s Ministry of Tourism and learn more about this city and other popular destinations in Indonesia. If you’re planning a trip to Bandung, check out also my review of the very posh Sheraton Bandung Hotel, and these cool places to eat in this bustling metropolis.

I’ve always believed that one of the best ways to really know a place is to try the local fanfare. To stay true to the gastronome in me (and to help out the gastronome in you), in no particular order, here are some of the best food places in the bustling city of Bandung.

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Armor Kopi

Sipping tea in a cool and relaxing atmosphere surrounded by a grove of towering pine trees is an experience you can have at Armor Kopi.

With cool-looking baristas to boot!

The Indonesian crew taking a selfie. Say #WonderfulIndonesia!

Nestled comfortably inside Djuanda Forest Park, this popular coffee joint serves local brews, including the indulgent Silver Needle Tea (IDR30k or Php112 for a pot). Everything pairs up nicely with cyireng rujak sauyunan (IDR30k), a local snack made from tapioca starch, and pishang gowreng (IDR15k or Php56) – like maruya, but made better with a sprinkle of cheddar.

cyireng rujak sauyunan, or simply 'cyireng'

pisang gowreng -- banana fritters

Flatlaying with our Silver Needle Tea

Armor Kopi

Taman Hutan Raya Ir. H. Juanda

Dago Pakar, Bandung, West Java

Instagram: @armorkopi.bd

Operating Hours: Mon – Fri 9AM to 9PM; Sat to Sun 8AM to 8PM

Entrance Fee: IDR10,000/person (about Php36) for the Forest Park; Parking fee of IDR14,000/vehicle

N Café

After going around the five-hectare art space that is NuArt Sculpture Park, head over to its in-house restaurant for a taste of some traditional Indonesian cuisine. Sink your teeth on bebek goreng, and betutu ayam while taking in the creative vibes of the park.

The view from the cafe

N Café

NuArt Sculpture Park

Jalan Setra Duta Raya No. L 6

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 22 2017812; +62 22 2017816; +62 22 2020414

M: info@nuartsculpturepark.com

W: www.nuartsculpturepark.com

Instagram: @nuartpark

Operating Hours: Sun – Thurs 9AM to 5PM; Fri – Sat 9AM to 9PM

Entrance Fee: Free until further notice

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Café Burangrang

Those looking to dine in style should try Café Burangrang within Dusun Bambu Family Leisure Park. This restaurant, like most of the park, features bamboo designs in its architecture. The food, of course, is superb. You’ll also have the chance to be serenaded by their resident acoustic band. But the best part is the view from the café. It overlooks the lagoon, affording a rustic and relaxing dining experience.

Open Kitchen right in the entrance to the cafe

The bamboo-riddled ceiling of Cafe Burangrang

Chill ambiance

Dusun Bambu Family Leisure Park

Kolonel Masturi KM 11, Cisarua

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 8 2782020

W: www.dusunbambu.com

Instagram: @dusun_bambu

Operating Hours: Mon to Sun 8AM to 9PM

Entrance Fee: IDR15,000/person

Vanilla Kitchen and Wine

One reason why Bandung is known as the Paris of Java is its number of hipster restaurants. One of the most popular is Vanilla Kitchen and Wine.

Located above an equally popular concept store, this place is very Instagrammable. The interior is classy and sleek, with wooden accents and vintage displays such as an old gramophone. It has a roof deck and several private function rooms – one even has a karaoke! But the best item on the menu? Definitely the barbecue chicken!

Beautiful Leya rockin' it!

Wasn't able to take a photo of the chicken as it was so good, it ran out

Vanilla Kitchen and Wine

Jl. Cimanuk No. 11

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 22 7276652

Operating Hours: Mon – Sun 10AM to 12AM

Price Range: IDR22,500 to IDR90,000

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Roemah Nenek

This restaurant has that cozy, homey feel to it; probably why it’s called Roemah Nenek – Grandmother’s Home. Going here is like visiting your lola’s and having your favorite comfort home-cooked meal. The beef satay and these potato balls are bangin’!

These are soooooo yummy

I had four plates of these

Roemah Nenek

Jl. Tm. Cibeunying Sel. No.47

Bandung, West Java

T: +62 22 7271745

Operating Hours: Mon – Sun 11AM to 11PM

BONUS: Take to the Streets

You can always ask your local friends to take you out for some noodles and street foods. For example:

Durian ice cream!!

Fried fish siomai!

Want to know more about Bandung? Visit the official website of Indonesia’s Ministry of Tourism and learn more about this city and other popular destinations in Indonesia. If you’re planning a trip to Bandung, check out also my review of the very posh Sheraton Bandung Hotel, and this list of what to see and do in this bustling metropolis.

There is, perhaps, no greater torture than the simple act of waiting. On the age-old stones of Borobudur, I looked to the east and, like a longing lover, I waited. All around me, people were milling. They clamored for space. A space, I presumed, that would make the wait worth it. It was still dark, and I wasn't sure if my staying still was because I believed I'd found the perfect waiting space, or that I was simply too tired to move.

Sleep still lingered in my eyes, and a yawn had ebbed its way to my mouth. When my mind is not engaged in convincing my limbs to work, it brings me thoughts – dark thoughts I'd prefer not to have at dawn. So I kept busy with my camera. I tried to capture what was there and what's about to be. And with this distraction, I almost missed the moment.

Beyond the stupas, the sky started to crack. Fragile light crept like hesitant fingers longing to touch the Earth. A thick clump of clouds was in the way and the sun tried hard to shine on, but the sun will rise, whether we liked it or not, and another day will start.

It happened quickly. One moment everything was a haze, covered in a soupy darkness like ink on water; the next, you can clearly make out the looming form of Mount Merapi and the swept of forests and mountain ranges that surround what is considered the greatest Buddhist temple in the world.

Light was no longer fragile too. It illuminated the majestic structure – the nine stacked platforms topped with a circular dome. At this hour, the 2,672 relief panels and 504 Buddha statues that decorate the temple became more present, solid. And in spite of the thousands of tourists weaving their way around the stupas and the candis, Borobudur somehow retained its splendor.

I bet it will come as no surprise when I say that the time spent in the temple had not been enough. We were whisked away far too quickly; herded out against our will. But when everything is over and gone, there will always be yearning. And so, that was how Borobudur became the first of the many reasons to return to Indonesia.

In between that day's rising and setting of the sun was motion. Deep down, I believe, we all knew that putting one foot in front of the other – or in this case, keeping pedal – was necessary. We all needed to move forward. Hence, we were given each a bicycle.

Past rice fields and houses with terracotta roofs, we pedaled with our two-wheel rides, stopping occasionally for pictures. Halfway through, it started to drizzle. But it was only very briefly, as if the sky was only testing how we would react.

I was the last one to arrive at our destination. It wasn't that I was slow at pedaling or anything. I just kept pausing, for there were so many fascinating things to see in the villages of Karangrejo and Wanurejo. And as it were, I wanted more time.

The bike tour's final stop was Warung Kopi. Here, we got to try our hand at a couple of Indonesian craft: Batik and pottery.

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"You're very good," our genial Batik instructor told me – out of sheer politeness, I'm sure, as my work was like an insult to the art. But I beamed with pride nonetheless.

Pottery, meanwhile, is definitely not for me. As patient as the instructor was, I could see her frustration at my clumsiness. My hands are not nimble, see, and my fingers are not graceful. When I try to do it gently as advised, I ended up thoroughly demolishing my clay stupa. I guess if it's not for you, it really isn't. Eventually, my instructor took over. I was glad for it. No hard feelings there, at least on my part.

For lunch, we drove to Pendopo Onthel Tingal in Wanurejo. Several of my companions, including me, wanted to ride the bike to there, but the sky abandoned its bridling and let out a veritable downpour. It stopped right on time as we arrived at the place, and there, we were greeted by a performance.

I was not hungry and was contented with just a glass of cendol and a plate of kropuk. Along with my companions, I watched dancers in interesting costumes perform the Leak'an. They were barefooted, the dancers were, and the ground was rough. It sure looked painful but the performers did not show it.

After lunch, we went back to the Royal Ambarrukmo, our hotel, to rest and freshen up. Later, we found ourselves at Ratu Boko to witness an ending.

The complex, named after the "Stork King", rests on a plateau and is known to be one of the best places to see the sunset.

"This became famous because a movie was shot here," shared Vindhya, a local influencer with green hair and a face so youthful you'd never believe her real age. She calls herself ibu penyu– Mother Turtle – and talking with her is always a delight.

"It's the same in the Philippines," I said. "But usually it's not movies but TV series that make places popular."

She nodded and did not ask for more details. So in silence, we crossed Ratu Boko's iconic gates and, like in Borobudur, looked for a waiting space. The place was crowded, and people did not want to relinquish their hold on the best spots. I thought that was selfish.

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Well, people may be selfish but Nature is not, and so, despite everything, the sunset was still glorious. Streaks of purple and orange cut across the sky and the world was painted in warm light. The ruins of Ratu Boko looked better at dusk. Everything looked subtle, gentle, stripped of harshness, as things tend to look at the close.

"Dusk is the day's most blessed hour; it is the time when the spirits of darkness drift slowly down the bright domain... and the brevity of life itself is realized at last," writes F. Sionil Jose.

And just like that, daylight was gone.

Metaphors, like love, are born in moments like these. Moments when realizations come unbidden, and the connections of things and events suddenly made sense.

To the rest of the world, Borobudur stands as a metaphor for tolerance. A testament to Indonesia's accepting nature. Here is a Buddhist temple well taken care of, celebrated even, in a predominately Muslim country. There is space for all beliefs, it seems to say. And this, above else, is what makes it beautiful. But to me, Borobudur will always be a metaphor for beginnings. Among its quiet stones, I will forever remember how darkness began to lift and how the world became awash with a brand new light.

I wish this interim between Life and Death be as pleasant as that bicycle ride across those quaint villages. You are loved when you are born, they say, and you will be loved when you die; in the space between, you'd have to manage. So onward, we forge. We keep in motion to put distance from yearning, but in doing so, we also bridge the gap. And someday, we will find ourselves back at that moment that inspired us to move. Life is nothing but a grand circumnavigation after all.

Beginning and endings are the same, see. Sunrises and sunsets are no different. If you look closely, things look the same at the start and at the end. This is what Yogyakarta had taught me.

I was told a certain phrase is used throughout Asia – something that perfectly sums up this lesson. I will end this with it, with the sincere hope that it will begin another journey:

"Same, same, but different."

Laid-back was the first word that came to mind upon setting foot in Lombok. It was high noon. The sun blared above, and below were rows of restaurants. Caucasian tourists donning flip-flops and sun-burnt skin ambled around either on foot or on scooters. The vibe in this side of Indonesia was very tropical, a bit hippie too, and, to me, had the makings of (if not already) a party town.

We arrived right on time for lunch where El Bazaar would be feeding us. It was a humble place with walls of unpainted cement, at least near the entrance. Farther back, a circular space had walls painted royal blue. It was arguably one of the top places we dined in. And not just because it looked effortlessly beautiful in pictures. The food was superb too.

Words And Wanderlust, everybody!

The meal was Moroccan. We were served good-looking dishes of sausage, couscous, blue cheese, pita, and other tasty elements laid out on pastel-colored ceramic plates. We dined communal style, with arms crisscrossing as we reach for morsels. Later, Potpot called and we flocked to a couple of ladies selling woven shawls. I purchased four, and I forgot how much I paid. This was one of those delightful moments when the memory of it does not involve how much money you spent.

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Afterwards, we boarded our bus and drove to Sade Village. Located on the southern part of Central Lombok, Dusun Sade houses a large concentration of the indigenous Sasak tribe. Here, traditional is the operative word. The 700 residents continue to uphold their customs and practices– from kidnapping their soon-to-be-wife to wiping cow dung in the floors of their homes.

As soon as we stepped off the bus, the thump, thump of percussion permeated through the Rembitan air. A colorful handwoven scarf was gingerly placed round each of our necks and, one by one, we were ushered inside the village. In the wide open space, we gathered. Sauntering their way after us was a pair of men sporting identical garbs – blangkon on their heads, white shirts on their backs, and batik around their hips. Both were also wielding a gendang beleq. Big drums.

These traditional drums are made from wood that is hard but light. One drum-head is from the skin of a billy, the other from a nanny. Each produces different sounds. The performance is traditionally for sending off, and welcoming home soldiers. But, that day, it was performed for us. The two main sekehe, their faces taut and regal, surrounded each other, kneeling and bowing as they struck the gendang. The white tuft on their mallets mesmerizing.

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Two Sasak boys with identical face paint then took the stage. A local announced they will perform the tari petuk– a ceremony for boys about to undergo circumcision. Their movements are not fluid and are somewhat reminiscent of the modern dance style of locking and popping – necks and arms extended and frozen in sharp, unnatural angles which in its entirety, to me, looked like an attempt to express the painful (I'm sure) experience of having one's foreskin removed.

Men with bare torsos, grasping a rattan staff on one hand and a goat skin shield on the other, entered the clearing after the petuk. They were to demonstrate the violent art-form of peresehan. In the days of yore, peresehan was a means to choose the strongest warriors. Now, it's done both as a past time and during special occasions such as the Indonesian Independence Day.

The two-man "battle" is as real as it could get. Each side is eager to land a hit. As an onlooker, I was rendered speechless upon seeing the barrage of strikes landing on the men's abdomens. I stared in alarm as the staves connected on their backs, arms, and thighs. The men's muscles visibly contract, straining from receiving and giving hits. The shield proved to be not much use. The only sure way to spare one's self was to run away and hide in the crowd.

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I was glad that the next performance was not as intense. Tari amaq tempengus featured some sort of a court jester. It was interactive in that the jester went around the crowd, even kissing one of my companion's camera (was it Camie's? Or Ave's? Mariza's?). It brought a pleasant atmosphere. A nice and fitting ending to the presentations.

We were then allowed to go around the village. Traditional woven fabrics known as ikat can be purchased in the many stalls here, as well as bead necklaces and bracelets. Vernacular houses not too different from our own bahay kubo can also be inspected up close. Lumbung, the villages' rice granary and Lombok's emblem, can easily be noticed as it stands high among the houses.

Inside one of the vernacular houses in the village

The roofs are also made from thatched palm fronds

Weaving ikat is one of the main industries in the village

Walking around the narrow paths of the village elated me. Indonesia knows what she's doing, her heart's in the right place. Sade village was community-based tourism in all its beautiful essence: preserving, conserving, sustaining. While I've been told that visits to the village are not as colorful during "regular" days, personally, I'd prefer seeing the village going about their daily lives. Men doing farm work; women weaving ikat. I imagined staying here for a night or two, immersing myself in their culture and having a taste of how they live. And just like in Yogyakarta, I found myself wishing for more time. I was just getting so engrossed in my musings when Dana, one of our reliable coordinators, appeared to tell us we needed to leave. I followed with a heavy heart, belatedly realizing that Dusun Sade had overtaken Borobudur as my favorite destination.

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Thereafter, we went and checked in at Golden Tulip Hotel where we rested for a bit before proceeding for dinner. That night we dined at RM Ayang Taliwang Raya.

The view from my floor in Golden Tulip

We were treated to live music in RM Ayam Taliwang Raya

The next day, we headed to the Lombok gems known as the Gili Islands.

At Teluk Nare, we got on a ferry where we watched the sparkling shoreline of Gili Trawangan coming slowly to view. We docked and changed into our swimming clothes in Villa Lombok where lunch would be served later; some of us had flippers fitted. We then went back to the boat and sailed farther to the snorkeling sites.

I need to be honest. I like the mountains better. Perhaps it's because in my core is the sea. The ocean is too familiar, too close to what's within, to the vacuity and contained turmoil, that I don't enjoy being in the water as much as being on peaks. The ocean, much like myself, scares me. And despite the undeniable beauty of the Gili Islands, it sits on the bottom of my list of favorite places in Indonesia. My only fond memory of it is my first encounter with Chitato which I can definitely say was a love-at-first-sight kind of deal.

I remember thinking on the way to Gili Air, our vessel slicing like a blade across the aquamarine waters:

The ocean is too deceitful.

The ocean hides too much, reveals so little. Its mystery, both frustrating and frightening. And it's worrisome that, one day, it will sweep in and undo all.

Because the ocean is your true self, and your true self is the summary of everything that you hope to be, your passions and your fears. And someday, the waves – both literally and figuratively – will come and claim us all.

I missed dinner at Golden Tulip the night after our foray to the Gili Islands. I crashed on the comfortable bed, forgetting time and hunger. Being in the water always does that to me. And for the first time in six days, I finally succumb to the idea that I truly was exhausted.

Oh, I cannot wait to tell you about Padar.

Realization is invariably ushered in by a parade of forgettable events. There's a limbo of some sorts, where memories are mostly smudged and runny, between elated forgetfulness and dreadful remembrance. Lunch at Tree Top was this limbo. It was my ninth day in Indonesia and here we were in a homey restaurant in the Nusa Tengara region, in Labuan Bajo– a small fishing village at the western end of Flores island. Five things were all I could recall from this meal: 1) Marcos saying that my stomach looked like it was always "flexed", to which I merely shrugged, 2) how happy I was upon seeing Vesta, our head travel consultant, who last joined us in Bandung, 3) my lens cap flying across a flight of stairs and me almost dropping my plateful of kropuk and fried fish, 4) making Indomie plans with Vindhya, Febry, and Mariza, and 5) being taken to a tour of the soon-to-rise bed-and-breakfast just behind Tree Top, to a spot facing the harbor where the sunset was apparently best viewed. But all these and everything else sped past like the LRT; I standing by, barely comprehending the montage of faces and things, eagerly waiting for the next train to arrive. There was the Doppler Effect, for sure; the slight variation in the series, but nothing – emotional-wise – that was truly remarkable. By then, the admission made in Lombok was swiftly taking full effect. All I could think of was exhaustion. And so, when we checked in at La Prima Hotel later, I did nothing but lie down and stare beyond the glass doors in my room, basking at the waning light.

The surroundings were already in sepia when we went to Paradise Bar for afternoon snacks. The place had a veranda jutting out off a cliff, adorned by kalachuchi trees and the sharp, clean smell of the ocean. From here, strips of land from both sides stretched like arms as if in embrace. Hills and a sprinkle of islets cut the vastness of the water. The dock was decorated by commercial ferries and luxurious yachts. A vessel occasionally plies, briefly disturbing the smooth glittering sheet that is the Sumba Strait. I watched a strip of gold emerge across the silvery surface, growing in length as the sun dipped slowly on the horizon. All of a sudden, I was glad, for this change of pace was much needed. Downtime finally, I thought over chicken nuggets and fries. (Looking back, this was the only time I was able to really think.) The past days converged into a whirlwind and the emotions finally caught up. They came as the sun faded out and the sky of violets and reds turned to black. First was the exhaustion, but it was evaporating now, and then there was the realization that soon this trip of wonders would just become another memory. I was sad, of course, but glad too. One charm of traveling is the prospect of returning home. And I knew in my heart I would be back in Indonesia very soon.

Photo by Marcos Caratao

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After light had gone, we proceeded to have dinner. Sheila, Marcos, and I snuck out to walk around town; me with the main intention of getting some Chitato. When I got back to my room in La Prima, I panicked upon finding out that there wasn't any dental kit in the bathroom. My toothbrush was in my other bag that was now in Bali. Thank goodness for Nila who had a spare. I was then able to get ready for bed and dialed Kaye, my bestfriend, and told her how I liked this day, how I loved Chitato and that I'd bring her some.

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The next two days were spent in the vastness of the ocean and the lands in between. In the islands of Komodo and Rinca, we had several close encounters with the Komodo dragon. We learned its mating patterns, what it eats, and how the lack of other predators contributed to its massive size. In Kelor, Kanawa, and Taka Massar, I halfheartedly did some snorkeling. Halfheartedly only because I don't like being in the water, not because I did not find these places beautiful – they were. I really liked Pink Beach, in fact. Its rosy shores curved subtly and looked so magnificent from the hills that surround it. The water was really nice here too. I even enjoyed swimming and snorkeling with Sheila. But of all the islands we've visited those couple of days, my favorite was Padar.

Kelor Island

Kanawa Island

Pink Beach

The name rolls of my tongue and, even at this moment, still leaves a delightful taste in my mouth. Having traveled all over the Philippines, I was no stranger to breathtaking islands, but Padar was different. For one thing, there was trekking involved. Seeing the winding trail, I thought, "My limbs are made for terrains like this, for inclines and slopes and ridges." The trail was short, but the soil was loose and there was hardly any tree cover. But let me tell you now, like a lost soul finally returning home, it is all worth it.

Read: The Lesson Yogyakarta Had Taught Me

When you reach a certain spot farther up the island, look back. You are there in the middle. To your right is Padar's pebbly beach which gives way to a deep aquamarine sea; to your left, two coves – one with pink sands, the other opening up to less calm waters. Three beautiful bays in total, separated by a spine of jagged mountains and hills.

Standing there in that spot, I took lungfuls of air; each breath an attempt to memorize the details, an effort to shape its intricacies into a string of thoughts I could go over like a rosary.

Oh, how big, how blue, how beautiful.

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And as what is now a running theme in this 12-day journey, I did not want to leave. I looked at the untarnished blue skies, contemplating how beautiful it would look like at night with the stars turning and the moon shining down.

"My friend has a photo of the stars taken from here," Mariza shared, as if reading my thoughts. She's a local influencer who seemed reserved but in her eyes was a fire that burns for adventure. "I'm so jealous of that photo."

"Oh," I said, a thought clicking; an idea forming. "So camping's allowed?"

Mariza inclined her head. "Not sure. Maybe."

"Let's return here and spend the night if it's allowed. So we can get that photo."

Mariza smiled like I was humoring her.

"I'm serious. We'll bring Indomie."

"Sounds like a plan," she said finally.

I ask you now: How can I not go back to Indonesia? When camping in Padar, feasting on Indomie (and Chitato), is bound to happen at some point in the future? Besides, Mariza swore she'd help me check test papers if I bring them to Yogyakarta. My other noodle buddies, Mommy Febry and Vindhya, would surely join us too.

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Possible realities aside, when I glided my way down the trail, back to the beach where our dingy was tethered, my heart broke. A few steps from the trailhead, I saw heaps of trash.

I turned to Vesta. "We should've brought garbage bags."

She assured me that men would come in to collect the trash. I sure hope so, because I would be so devastated if Padar became another casualty in the war with litterers. But, like I said, Indonesia's heart is in the right place. She has my trust.

Even back at my room at La Prima that night, I couldn't shake the beauty of Padar from my mind. Later on, Vesta and I would have a fascinating conversation – one of my favorites, as it was fluid, organic, springing out of nowhere – about this experience.

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When the heart is filled with emotions, some may spill from the eyes, said a line from Mulan. And such was the case with Padar. Rarely do I shed tears for beautiful places now, having seen so many. I'd feared I was no longer capable of appreciation, that the extraordinary had become commonplace and had lost its charm, or perhaps I have seen my lot of beautiful landscapes. But Padar brought me so easily to tears.

Photo by Marcos Caratao

I am not religious. There are far too many times I doubted God. But when faced with magnificence unfathomable and overwhelming in nature, my belief is unfailingly reaffirmed. In the sweet embrace of the island of Padar, the ocean calm, and the sky and the hands of lost loved ones seemingly within reach, I'd whispered a thank you. God is in the folds of the mountains of that island. There in the deep, deep blue of the bays is a piece of God's soul. You can hear God's voice in the distant lapping of the waves. And in the breeze careening towards you, ruffling your hair, is God saying, "I am here in this very spot, with you."

It's a rare and curious thing, when sheer beauty moves you into believing. So, if you go to Padar and tell me you did not feel this, forgive me, but I will simply not believe you.

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