Showing posts with label laugh and love and live. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laugh and love and live. Show all posts
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oh, it's been quite a while, since my last travel.




i love guesthouses like this, clean, spacious, airy and artistic.
best place to chill-out after a tiring day of travel. Chiang Mai in June 2007




As I pack tonight, preparing for a spontaneous little trip, I'm a bit confused which clothes and things to bring. Well, clothes to wear and things to bring are very much dependent on the 'types' of trips we do; in terms of duration, activity, place to visit, and of course, the kind of company we are with. This fun trip is not somewhere very far this time, and just for several days, in Manila.


A girlfriend, who I haven't seen, nor heard from, for 7 long years, have suddenly and unexpectedly turned up in Manila. A Himalayan lass in Manila??? What the heck is she doing there? And for three years? Hah! I'm going to know all that and more; what she'd been up to for the past seven years, and how she ended up to stay 3 years in my country! Oh, how the world is really shrinking these days. And things that were considered quite unexpected are now proving themselves to be not that quite unexpected after all.


One best thing about this trip is she is trying to make it really fun and easy, specially on my part. Instead of me taking the usual, and normally boring 6 or more hours ride, sitting on a cramped, noise-polluted -- shrieking music, and/or thriller-horror-action video on board a freezing-conditioned bus, she's going to pick me up in a big chauffeured car. Now, how cool and fun is that?


However, 6 hours drive to pick me up then driving back the same day to Manila makes a total of 12 hours long drive (in one day) for them. To allay my conscience, my friend tells me that in most days (that probably mean "normal" days), her chauffeur sits all day in front of the house for nothing else to do. And so it seems, that this once, or normally, easy-go-lucky chauffeur is going to have an overtime this time.


Going back to the topic, as I was saying, I was wondering which clothes and shoes and other stuff to bring. Now we are two pretty girls, who are eager and very ready to go have some fun, in the big city, where we both are unfamiliar with. Ah, this trip is quite unique, I think we girls we'll have a blast. So be it!


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waz chillin' in the beach in two thousand six.





uh-uhum (yawn)... nothing interesting to blog recently. interesting things are always happening but not very interesting to blog.







Chinese temple in Penang. I think it's called Kek Lok Si, or something that sounds as esoteric as that.





so i scanned my folders and found some old random photos to paste and fill the page.






shy and young...
i danced the 'pot' dance







that cigarillo is a prop
two thousand two in shinjuku







Buskers, Malacca old ruins in zer0 7
they sing international songs. they sang "Anak" by Fredie Aguilar. ha! They were good!








kutie boutique in I don't remember where.
could it be in KLCC? Central Market? or China town?
..... Oh nohs, in some obscure shopping mall in Bukit Bintang!





till the next random act..


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got an interesting tag from Kero's, a travel celebration!




Where, of all the places you have never been, do you want to go to most?

ahh, where indeed? an old friend from Denmark emailed me several days ago, just to say hello and asked about how life has been going these days, months, and years that quickly passed by. his life-update about living in his country suddenly reminded me of the memory of those far, far away lands that got my interest as a child. i got acquainted with these countries through a small table picture calendar of different countries around the world. the places that most intrigued me are the countryside photos of the Scandinavian countries: Norway, Sweden and Denmark. with my friend's email, I just realized that the feeling of interest is still there. these countries seemed sooo distant that, to me, they're mysterious, exotic and exciting. i'd like to go there.



Where do you most want to go back to?

ohhh, where indeed? I usually don't want to go back to places I've already been! but yes, to be honest, there are a few places i want to go back to, not much for sightseeing but to visit friends who are living in those places. i guess this means that it is the warmth, hospitality and friendliness of people that which brings you back to places.

i'd like to go back to Batanes (but in summer time!)

tokyo, tokyo, tokyo! - fast paced and busy but not chaotic; highly modern yet can be very traditional; crowded, yet can be an oasis of calm - a metropolis of paradox! I still have my favorite hang-outs there, and yes, a bunch of quirky, funny friends. (someday, again, will be back!)




tokyo in 2002




and, yes, I want to go back to China. China is such a huge country to explore, a world/empire/kingdom? in its own right. very diverse, very colorful, amazing nature and culture.




Favourite City?

i've seen only a few cities since i'm not a city person. as a passionate anthropologist would do, i'd prefer exploring the countrysides, the mountains and caves, the ruins, and tinkering with whatever remaining artifacts that may still exist.

but ok, of the few cities i really spent time in, i'd choose the idiosyncrasies of tokyo, and the soft charm and aliveness of Khao San rd in Bangkok.




Least favourite city?

awww! shall i say manila? i'm never fond of the place but i guess, if i live in a less dense, less polluted location, or in other words, in an upscale neighborhood, i'd tolerate this city and maybe even come to love it. i had such a brief experience for a week or so, staying at the Intercontinental hotel, a 2 minute sweat-less walk to the big malls, shopping, dining, watching movie and getting spa massage (ahh, shall i think that i had a privileged life back then? haha...). but those were occasional perks and not everyday occurrences (at least for me), so it doesn't really change my hard-wired biased opinion about the city.






Makati, view from the Intercontinental






swimming pool inside the hotel





see what i mean? manila can be lovely-dovey if you can afford the better neighborhood. (or is it just me and my subjective opinion?)





Do you speak other languages?

Japanese, and bits of Bahasa - just enough to get by, but perhaps i've forgotten it by now really.




How do you get by without being fluent?

that, i'd say, is a miracle.




Best airport?

what? oh, backpack traveling does not require airports does it? specially when you only explored Southeast Asia which is a string of connected countries where you can easily reach through buses, trains, boats, and even on foot!

but ok, to satisfy the question, my best bet would be the Narita International Airport.



Worst airport?

i'm not being bitchy here but NAIA I honestly gives me the creeps. specially that part across the exit where the people are waiting behind a metal fence as if they're, uhh... words to describe just eludes me at the moment.




Best travel tips?

pack light, don't bring along your wardrobe.

learn a few useful phrases of the country you are visiting. english is maybe the declared international language but the Chinese don't give a damn.




Biggest travel mistake?

hmmm... i could enumerate a few but i tell you, all the mistakes i would point out here were all based in one thing - "fear." stay in the safe side but do not be paranoid. examples: fear that someone out there is there to harm /cheat you; fear that you're going to run out of money and so you go really dirt cheap compromising the fun and comfort of the trip. so what's the use of traveling if no fun? huh?




Best coffee outside your city? Best coffee in your city?

a) - iced coffee conveniently sold anywhere in Bangkok is so far the best thirst quencher and energy (caffeine) booster. specially with Bangkok's perpetually hot days and nights.

b) - in my city, i love Mr. Donut's creamy coffee.





Best meal while on travel? Best meal in your city?


a) - countless i'd say. but as i am not so fond of foodies, i don't really keep tab of where and what I ate and consider to be the best. there are sumptuous meals everywhere, especially after a day's adventure and a warm shower and a meal is there ready for you. that, makes the meal "best" for me.




a meal at jungle guesthouse in Bukit Lawang, Sumatra




b) - what I considered the "best" meals in my city were served by a couple of international cuisines that has long disappeared: a genuine Thai restaurant and an original Indian restaurant. is this city unable to support and maintain such culinary variations? i've been wondering about that for years now.




at the Thai restaurant i was saying.



Most breathtaking view from your travel? Most breathtaking view in your city?

a) - too many to mention, really, too many. that is because when i travel i purposely choose to go and see the "most" breathtaking views :-).

nonetheless, according to its difficulty based on accessibility, novelty, and world rank, i'd say that the most and fiercest breathtaking views are the towering, rocky, icy mountains, and very deep and frothy gorges of Tiger Leaping Gorge in Yunnan China.


the limestone mountains and glassy waters of Coron and El Nido Palawan are also breathtaking!




el nido




the colorful fishes and corals in the deeps of Palawan and Aceh are breathtaking.




Weh Island in Aceh, fishes swimming can be seen right from your patio. unfortunately, i did not have an underwater camera so i couldn't share the wonders of the deep i was so impressed about.




the Balinese dancers are mesmerizing, thus, also breathtaking!





Barong dance in Ubudville




the blooming cherry blossoms gracefully draping the peaceful Kyoto and Nara temples and shrines are equally breathtaking!





me in Spring year 2000 in kyoto










i could go on and on but then we have to stop somewhere...
the world is certainly full of breathtaking views!!!



b) - in my city, there's sometimes a breathtaking view of the sunset right from my window. i luv it!




yeah, right from my window.



thanks Kero dear for making me remember the charmed past once again. :-)












mist-covered mountains remind me of somewhere far-away.







stories of old, far away, another world.





where mountains come alive





where birds sing praises





where trees do laugh







A friend of mine told me that it's his third time to join a three day trek to Mt. Ugu. I, myself tend not to repeat things I've already done, or go to places I've already been. My reason is because there are a lot of other things to try or many more places to explore, so why re-do, or why re-visit a place? Not unless, for some reason, I felt the first time was not enough, .



So I wondered why people, like my friend, do things over and over again. There were even some who joined the trek 8 times, within the consecutive 8 years this particular activity has been happening! And I never thought that my similarly physically active cousin ever joined the same climb as she never mentioned even the existence of this mountain to me! Not until yesterday anyway when she said she climbed it twice already.... Oh well. Back to the friend I mentioned above, his answer to my question as to why he did it thrice was that it was the best social-climb he's ever been.



"Social-climb" indeed, it was!


168 people participated. What to expect from such a huge number of mountain climbers? Honestly, at first, I had a bit of a hard time imagining how a big number like that could do a continuous three day walking in mountains. But we did it, without any mishaps. At most, I thought that real mountain-climbs should be limited to 20-30 people, with at least three guides with them. In this particular climb, there was almost no need for guides!



I understood why my friend called it "social climb," it wasn't really the serious mountain climbing I expected and prepared for. The trails were big enough and cleared. There was no Avatar-like (the movie) scenes and actions (to my disappointment :-)). I was expecting a jungle, at least a forest; but the mountains were bare. Some of my friends commented it was like walking in John Hay Park, haha. I haven't seen a single waterfall. I haven't heard or had a glimpse of a single exotic wild bird (which I can still see in my hometown, by the way).



It was a "social climb" because different people, who previously didn't know each other, meet and make new friends. It was a social climb because the climbers see the locals, and the locals get to be exposed to outsiders. It was a social climb because some people can get really loud in the middle of the night while tired fellow climbers were trying to get some sleep and rest; some people drink until they get very drunk and vomit in front of some other people's tents, failing to respect other people's spaces. There was a lack of discipline in some groups (i guess that's what happens when there are too many groups). Not to mention the so-called "mountain climbers" who "dropped" their pet bottles and wrappers along the trails -- an outrageous offense against basic mountaineering rules!



I'm not blaming the organizers of the event as I quickly came to understand that this event was not meant to be the mountain climbing that I know of. It was indeed a "social mountain climbing," as defined by my friend. And it was my introduction to this kind of mountain climbing.





Mt. Ugu from a distance, in a cloudy afternoon.






the way to the top






All in all, it was good on its own merits. It could have been better, but who am I to say what should be or should not be when I was just another joiner?

I did have some fun.

Though my expectations, as a mountain climber, were not met, it was nonetheless a valuable experience.





photo ops with the village's eldest





sunset; first night camp






learning some Iwak tribe rhythm






village kids, very curious of city people.
with their shy but curious eyes they watched us from the time we arrived to the first camp site; they were already up early the next morning to continue watching us.





A "social climb" is indeed a unique experience for someone like me who have been taught and trained in the strictest sense of mountain climbing.


In my former mountaineering club, there were many no-nos. Apart from following the standard mountain climbing rules, among others, additional rules that we observed were: no drinking, no smoking, no engaging in romantic relationship among members, no bringing of radios/walkman (no mp3s then!) efficient and economized packing, etc, etc. The mother club of my former mountaineering club was even stricter: all members have to convert to vegetarianism! In my former group, we were not required to be vegetarians but we limited our meat intake.

But in this "social climb," chunks of meat, or "watwat" was the most famous and most anticipated food in the evenings!







"wat wat" cooking in a vat!








wat wat's accompanying rice




I was initially a bit disillusioned about the kind of people who joined the climb. I really had been looking forward meeting and sharing with other mountaineers. It's been a long while since I was surrounded by the adventurous and dare-devil aura of my former mountain climbing friends. Turned out that in this climb, the situation was very different from my expectations. But it was not all about my unmet expectations, lest I paint a drab color for this climb, I hasten to mention that I did see some groups of very well disciplined and very capable mountain climbers, the ones I expected to be there. This was enough to stir the spirit of the past, when I was younger and loved taking dangerous stunts... For the record, in this time's climb, I was the first female to reach the summit, hah hah................. :-)








porter boys, (no, we did not employ porters because we did not carry lots of stuff with us)
and no, they were not sleeping. they just did not want their faces to be seen here.






Oh, the best part of the climb for me was meeting my group-mates, ever helpful, accommodating, and generous. They carried mine and my friend's borrowed but dysfunctional tent. They generously shared their tent and food with us, because we did not bring our own food!




a little rest and cookie snack






ang aking tropa (my group)





2nd camp night sunset













packing-up






Soon, summer will pass and I wonder what's next to do when it's gonna be raining and storming.





April 9-11-'10




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we too often hear it said: happiness is elusive.

it is true.

because happiness is not found in money, prestige, success in this or that endeavor; happiness is found in the combination of all these!

but, even these are not enough, actually.



authentic happiness comes from within, from a state of equanimity.


if i were to measure life, i would measure it based on the happiness or joy i derive from every activity i involve myself in. not in how much money or how high I have achieved in the competition struggle. don't get me wrong, i do not scoff at money or achievements. believe me, i love these!!!

money is good; it allows me to live a comfortable existence, and it gives me the freedom to do the things i love to do...

a certain degree of competition is good; i surely did enjoy some competition in the past, which served only to strengthen my character.


but i see money, accomplishments, and "winning" in competitions as only add-ons. i believe real happiness comes from inner contentment and peace.


oh, tell me, am i just getting old?








inner peace, freedom, and universal love are three things i value most, which do bring me happiness.


so i think the question to be asked while alive is: "am i genuinely happy?"


if the answer is negative, then hell, make yourself happy! you owe it to yourself. no one else can make you happy but yourself.


there is a saying: what does it profit a man to own the whole world but loses his soul?

is the same with: what does it profit a man to possess everything but joy and happiness?



"A sunken village... where beautiful horses used to run." That's what our new friend, a young man named Russel, a resident of Ambuklao, told us when we asked him about what was under the water before this mountain valley was dammed to supply electricity for the country.














" The Ambuklao Hyroelectric Plant is located in the mountains of Bokod, Benguet and is about 36 kilometers northeast of Baguio City. The plant was designed to provide 75 MW (megawatts) of energy to the Luzon grid. It utilizes the Agno River which is the longest waterway in the Island of Luzon. "














tiny white bubbles on the spillway






"During the 50's the Ambuklao dam was the highest and biggest in the Far East. It is made of earth and rockfull which measures 129 meters in height and 452 meters in length. The elevation of its crest is 758 meters and the roadway that runs through the top of the dam has an elevation of 756 meters. The gross storage capacity of the dam's reservoir is 327,170,000 cubic meters and it has a usable storage capacity of 258,000,000 cubic meters.


mariz




When I asked Russel what happened to the inhabitants of the area, he said that a handful of the original villagers stayed and built their homes around the fringes of the lake, while most of the people dispersed and found themselves in different other places. He said that, at the least, the villagers were promised to be provided of free electricity after the dam's completion. But in the end, even such a small consolation for the villagers, who unwillingly gave-up their ancestral lands, was not complied with by the Government. Sad.





shore near the hidden village where they do tilapia
farming







& villagers arriving home by boat.





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how we got to the "hidden" village at the corner end of the lake:

After a winding uphill and downhill 2 hours bus ride from the city, we arrived at our destination, the Ambuklao dam. Walking on the roadway that runs through the top of the dam, we spotted this mother and son who seemed to be waiting or preparing to go somewhere. As far as our eyes could see, there seem to be nothing across the lake. As we were curious of where they were bound to, and as we were so excited to do some boat riding, we approached them and asked where they seem to be going, and if we could go with them. They told us they were going home to their village at the far end of the lake. I think they were too polite to refuse our request to go with them. They took us. But I detected from the mother's facial expression that she worried if we really knew what we were doing. The boy who drove the motor boat was as curious about us being curious about them.

the lake was much bigger and longer than we expected. after some relatively long but smooth ride, we arrived at the other end of the lake where we found a small village of about 20 families, hidden behind the mountains.







we spent most of our time here, front-yard of the village's primary school. it is located on top of a hill overlooking the lake. for several hours we just relaxed, chatted and laughed without a care of the busy world we left back in the city.

it was so refreshing!











it was a really beautiful weekend adventure. the high excitement was perhaps also due also to its spontaneity. we just decided about it the night before while chatting over dinner.




ps.
... by the way, this dam had not been functioning for more than a decade due to some damage. it seems that the repair was only recently started.
... strange that they have kept this huge structure idle for many years.





travel period:
march 21 '10