Baguio holds a special place in my heart. Learning that this was one of the places we’d visit ultimately made me decide to join this tour. Its cool breeze, the memories of one day trips I would have with my family when I was younger, the eventual refuge it would provide every time things get loud, and it generally being a space of love and discovery – all these make me want to come back for more. Like a drug that I have grown addicted to and cannot get out of my system. Much like the person that caused that. But, more on that in this post, only if you’re interested. :)
Arriving in Cabanatuan gave me the chills. Having visited Nueva Ecija countless times before, it’s like stepping onto an all-too-familiar place that you’ve never seen for a long time.
I found it difficult to write this post. Not for lack of things to say but more because I don’t know where to start. It has been overwhelmingly fun and enriching – the kind that made me cry early this morning. I was engulfed with gratefulness and fond memories, and the realization that I am indeed blessed to be gifted with the opportunity to meet and spend time with loving and generous people. Life is short and I choose to make every moment count.
This write-up is long overdue. Having been caught up with work and other adulting stuff, I have finally created time to write about experiences. As my backlog dates back to 2016, let me start from there. It is apt, too, ‘cos this was the first ever meet-up with my old friends and new acquaintances in Bali. And, I might be seeing some of them again quite soon. :)
Hello, it has been a while. :)
I apologize for not writing sooner. Life had been a bit of a whirl wind since 2016 started. A meet up with my colleagues in Bali in January 2016. Preparing for the roll out and implementing the items discussed during the Bali trip for the rest of the year. Preparing for the almost month-long Bangkok-Myanmar trip in October-November. Catching up with missed work after that, together with additional responsibilities almost as soon as I came back from vacation. I promise I am going to write in more detail about the trips I took and the reflections I had out of those experiences. :)
Sometimes all you gotta do is ask. But, what if you don’t know what to ask for?
It has been two years since I went through this dilemma. Knowing that there’s a perfect job waiting for me out there. A job that I would love to wake up to and see myself growing with. I could feel it being in existence. But, I just didn’t know what that was. So, I didn’t know what to ask for.
I fell in love with Ayutthaya from the moment I stepped out of the train and onto its soil. While there were a lot of tuktuk drivers coming on to us, asking if we wanted a ride, I didn’t feel bothered. I found it as their way of providing support to its tourists and the visitors of their land.
In no time, we found our ride and started our journey into the soulful city of Ayutthaya. If you wish to experience it the same way as we did, here’s a glimpse. Enjoy! :)
From the quiet city of Chiang Mai, Thailand, Bangkok came as a bit of a shock. The number of tourists and the noise overwhelmed me. Quite similar to how I felt when I went to the mall during the holiday season after coming from our visit to indigenous peoples communities – I stood still for a few seconds at the sight of so many shoppers haha!
Visiting Chiang Mai, Thailand, just came by chance. Initially, I was only interested in going around Bangkok, since I have not really explored the city. But, because The Red Backpacker knew that I’m more of a culture person and well, yeah, I do not like crowded places that much, she suggested that I spend my first few days in Chiang Mai instead, before I rendezvous with her and our friend, Helen, in Bangkok to head to Ayutthaya. I am grateful for choosing to do so.