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 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 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 received an e-mail one morning from Wrangler congratulating me for being a finalist and that they are inviting me to a small send off party but before that, I should drop by at the Glorietta to pick some clothes and meet the other finalists. Yes, it sounds exactly like a movie. You win a competition and you go pick up clothes head to a bar then party. I kept on joking while I was at the store that there should be a soundtrack for all of this and the song that I had in mind was “I’m gonna be a supermodel”.
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.
A view going up to where the Dumagat’s school is located.
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.