when i first went to boracay as part of my prize for winning the philippine star's travel essay contest, i met a man at the resort where i stayed who claimed that he only came to the island paradise to sleep. i pitied him at the time, because i felt that boracay had attractions to keep one awake, excited, and interested. i honestly thought he was a ( Read more... )

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my life as a lonely traveler began, rather inauspiciously, in 2002, shortly after the bar and immediately after starting work at a powerhouse law firm, when a mapped-out visit to sagada became a solo trip because two of my companions backed out, very suddenly, on the day of our supposed departure. the following day, i received text messages from ( Read more... )

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