I cheated a little bit.
Am I a wanderer? I’m still not sure, I don’t define myself. When I’m asked as to what I do, I often just tell them that I’m just a guy on a motorcycle travelling to different places with no labels nor expectations. I just travel with an open mind hoping to find challenges that can help me become a better version of myself.
I asked them how many islands were going to visit. They just answered “How many do you want to visit?”, I replied “How many are there?”. They answered “A lot”.
I will be riding a different mode of transport today. A small boat that will take me to different islands on the last sitio in Bordeos, which is San Rafael. I was fortunate enough to meet a family who went out of their way for me to experience this.
I have told you stories of ethnic tribes, boat rides and Filipino hospitality. I think it’s about time that I tell you about the story of the road, because if not for it I won’t be able to go anywhere. Continue reading
It seems that my struggles during the past two days is really about looking for a decent internet connection, so I went on to find that elusive thing that many of us from the city take for granted.
It sounds counterintuitive – I joined a contest about being a wanderer yet I traveled to a place where a lot of motorcyclist go to… But is “wandering” really about going to an exotic location and taking the road less traveled? To be totally honest, I’m not sure. But I do know one thing , every ride is different from the last one and I’m pretty certain that this will be as good if not better than the others.
I recently joined a competition wherein I became a finalist. It has all to do with being a “Wanderer”. A word that has never crossed my mind in all the time that I have been travelling, until now. Apparently the competitions aim is to find a “True Wanderer”, whatever that means.
The first time I have heard or read of the Dumagat tribe was in my Facebook feed. Someone that I’m connected to went there to donate some slippers, another one went there to donate some school supplies. I started to wonder… maybe I can go and visit that place and hopefully give something to them that can help them in their everyday lives.
A baby Rufous hornbill which is endemic to the Philippines, locally known as a “Kalaw”. Quite common in the mountains of Sierra Madre, I met someone who breeds them at Infanta, Quezon.