One by one the soldiers boarded the truck, 4 of them in total including the driver. They were incredibly serious, no smiles or jokes they didn’t even talk to each other that much. The wooden gates opened and the engine started, “This is it” I told myself. Once I leave this camp I will be in the hands of the 4 soldiers in the truck in front of me.
To show as if I have no fear I looked at the man as he walked towards me. I stared at him, watching his movements. As he came closer I observed that he looks very clean and presentable with an upright walk. He held out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m an aide of the city counselor of Lamitan”, the guard told me that you were from the media?”. I quickly answered “No!” and explained who I am and what I’m doing there. But my explanation this time is much more thorough as I’m in a very different position now. The last thing I want right now is for people to mistake me as someone else. “So you’re alone?” he asked.
A couple of years ago before the Philippine tour, I was fortunate enough to be one of the pioneers of digital publishing here in the Philippines. Back then there was only one magazine that adapted itself into the digital media. Even then, the way they adapted themselves was pretty crude and boring. It was the ripe time to get into something that could potentially be a gold mine, but I gave it all up.
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. As I open my tent all you can see was the vast ocean with a few fishing boats darting the horizon. It felt like I was at the edge of the world and that this is the final frontier for me… but obviously not yet, it just felt like that.
I have traveled the whole Philippines end to end and 90 percent of the time I was lost.
I do take self-portraits… do not confuse the two. Although the “selfie” is a subset of the self-portrait, there are stark differences. A selfie is done either by extending one’s hand or by using a “selfie-stick”. While a self-portrait is often taken on a timer on a tripod or some kind stabilizer often at a distance from the subject with a lot of effort.
When your’e wet, in the middle of nowhere and you haven’t seen a single soul for hours. You sometimes have to ask yourself “What’s the point in all of this?”. Is there really a point in travelling the whole country on a motorcycle spending your hard earned money without knowing what exactly you are going to get back?
I recently had a conversation with a friend that me and JC had, he is now working at the admitting section of a tertiary hospital, he told me that 94% of the motorcycle that they admit are caused by self accident. A huge percentage of that is due to alcohol intoxication while riding.
There’s a reason I don’t attend motorcycle related events that often. Once you have been to one it feels like you have been to all of them. It usually goes like this, loud music in a small area with bored half naked women either sitting or standing beside a gorgeous motorcycle surrounded by sober to not so sober men.
I got a text message from one of my friends late at night. He is one of those people that would only message you if it’s really important. I know that this is something that I should give attention to, I looked at my phone and read the message. It was short and direct and it said “JC is gone.” At first I was confused, there are a couple of JC’s that we both know and I was not sure who he was referring to and what he meant by the word “gone”. I decided to call him up to clarify what the message meant, after 3 rings he picked up and told me which “JC” he was referring to, then the call ended.