Travel notes, food finds, and everyday stories.
I asked my friend to tell the driver to slow down. Then I asked again. It made no difference, because he kept speeding up, and I was in the back seat of a car climbing a mountain in the dark, wide awake. That was the last stretch of a very long trip to Sa...
The staff at the A-Lounge counter swiped my card a second time, then a third. Nothing. “Sir, it’s not showing up in our system. Do you have your Priority Pass card?” I didn’t. I’d left it at home, because I genuinely didn’t think I’d need it. I’ve had free lounge access through RCBC for...
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here. The past couple of weeks have been busy in that particular way that leaves no room for sitting down and actually gathering my thoughts. I’ve missed it, even as I let this space go quiet. But today isn’t just any day. Tonight we fly to...
After our Sunday gym session, one of my buddies started talking about bulalo. Not in a casual, maybe-later kind of way, but in the specific, single-minded way you crave something after you’ve just burned through a workout and your body is asking for exactly one thing. There were three of us, including a friend...
In my line of work, I get to meet people at their most vulnerable. I don’t take that time to probe. I try to listen, offer something from experience if it helps, and if I can, take a little weight off whatever they’re carrying. Sometimes that’s the whole job. Just making the burden feel...
There’s a particular kind of hunger that hits after a Sunday long run, the kind where your legs are heavy but your stomach is louder than your legs. That’s usually when we find ourselves pulling up to Pancit Cabagan Batil Patong along San Vicente Road in Urdaneta City, still in our running clothes, still...