Novemburnt

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In a tropical country like ours, you’ll find summer almost every month. I did on November 2017! More than six different places on six consecutive days. On my first day, I already conquered two waterfalls in Valencia and walked around the city of Dumaguete. Then I found myself swimming with the turtles in Apo Island and riding the last ferry trip to the mystical island that is Siquijor where I spent Day 3. Sipalay, the most remote place I’ve been to so far, followed next and then I went to Bacolod before finishing it off in Guimaras. It sounds tiring, but Capilay Spring Park and Cambugahay Falls calmed me down, Tinagong Dagat and Sugar Beach reenergized me, Bacolod chicken inasal and Guimaras mango pizza filled me up, and the travelers I met inspired me with their stories. Yes, it is tiring, but the joy I felt in my heart is tenfold the ache I felt in my body. I don’t mind doing it all again if you ask me.

This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.

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the coolest summer

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Three provinces, six islands, seven days. Summer of 2017 was the best I’ve had so far. From rock formations and waterfalls in Northern Samar to long sandbars and breathtaking views in Leyte. Sambawan Island made our jaw drop with its natural beauty and Kalanggaman Island is a paradise on its own. As if those weren’t enough, I traveled farther down to Cuatro Islas, where the stunning islands of Apid, Digyo, and Mahaba make up for the simplicity of life. Since I still have time, I explored the city of Baybay and even slept at the beautiful campus of Visayas State University. I missed what could have been the best sunset when I left for Tacloban right after chilling at Lintaon Peak. It didn’t end there though, as my wild spirit decided to walk along San Juanico Bridge alone. I still consider it the scariest 25 mins of my life to be honest. And this summer getaway the coolest.

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favorite month & person

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January has always been my favorite month and my mom has always been my favorite person, so when my birthday week came last year, I decided to travel with her. The cold weather in Baguio was no match to the warmth my mother and I shared during our stay—walking hand in hand, laughing every time we get lost and tired, and hugging each other whenever we get the chance. We remained the same in La Union even when it wasn’t as chilly. My 22nd birthday never felt incomplete even though she was the only one I celebrated it with. The places we explored and the food we enjoyed became much more special because we were together. My mom is ultimately the only person in the world I couldn’t imagine living life without.

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