One of the few gems that I found during my weekend ride. Water buffalos in actual water or mud.
When things don’t go as planned or when I feel burnt out because of work, I ride my motorcycle.
Theres a certain sense of peace that engulfs me when I go out riding. Some say it’s because you are one with your environment while others say it’s because you are a participant in an event that is unfolding and not merely watching, both are quite poetic even romantic. As for me it’s still undefined and I don’t mind it being that way, at least for now.
East of Metro Manila theres a province that I visit quite frequently when I want to feel that certain sense of peace, it’s called Quezon.