No matter where we go, whether it is a short or long road adventure, be it a business trip to Dubai holidays in the Caribbean or backpacking in South East Asia, packing is the single most essential thing that could either make or break our escape. And sometimes, we still go back to the one who knows best and sometimes acts as if she knows everything, but nonetheless we listen to—our Moms.
Here are twelve of the respected seasoned (*cough*hottest) Filipino male travel bloggers and facts that correlates two of the things that have been …

 Wow… 2012!
(love it, sounds so Jetsons)
Sorry if it took us quite a while to post our year end entry. We were too drunk to touch our computers. LOL
So here is our rundown of the highlights of the year that was.
[warning: video content may not be suitable for very young audienc---blah blah blah
you know the f*****g drill]

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Who would have known that this September would be one of the most memorable months of our travel blogging experience. Years ago, we would never imagine getting within a hand-span distance from people who live and breathe travel. But the bug hit, and the rest of our not-so-boring, but still boring, lives are history.
First stop was the Solesister’s event “From Glampackers to Poorpackers” where I was invited to talk at the opening night. The topic: “Female Travel.” I know, I know… I felt a bit lost too, but I did try …

Traveling is not always an escape, at times it is a way to give yourself a chance to miss home. And in my case, it has been a year since the last time I set foot on my native home land.
(sniff sniff) Do I smell homesick? Not quite. As homesick is defined as a mood or sadness characterized with initial signs of depression and melancholy. And I may JUST be missing and craving for some things back home.
Home sick isn’t really in the vocabulary of wanderlusts, we can even live …

When people ask us why we travel together, our answer is plain and simple. We travel together because we complement each other in a lot of ways.
We tell stories in our own styles, we crave different adventures stretching wide across the id-anal continuum; one has a hunger for exotic food adventure while the other is contented with a quaint quiet time on the dinner table; one gravitates toward extreme activities and the other will fall silent in a cozy corner with a good book at hand. It is a good …

“how do they come to the
come to the
come to the God
come to the still waters,
and not love the one who came there with them…”
~sharon olds, “sex without love” 

our eyes moved in hunger, and it was not to fill the emptiness that sat in our guts. you were spontaneity and you attracted me completely. 
so that was how it felt like to surrender to fate; to let myself get lulled by beer and your voice that talked of your escape from home. you see, i am the world’s sadness collector and nobody …

This is my entry to the 2nd Pinoy Travel Bloggers’s Blog Carnival with the theme “Quaint towns in the Philippines” currently hosted by RV ESCAT of livinginabackpack.blogspot.com.

We entered the town of Paoay and I immediately noticed silence, like someone pressed the mute button. I checked my wrist watch to make sure it wasn’t siesta. It felt like we were entering a movie set of Shake, Rattle and Roll and I was compelled to give my friends a second look to make sure I am not not with Ana Roces, Manilyn Reynes, …

To give you an idea on how Caramoan appeals to the international market, watch this primer of Survivor Serbia in 2009.

We spent the first day hopping from one island to another, jumping shots after shots, it was a vacation like no other. That’s because this time around we were with two of the most fabulous guest travelers and good friends of ours. Jeff is a fashion b*tch and blogger from Vancouver Canada and Santi is a fashion designer and runner-up of Project Runway Philippines season 2–(READ: BAKLA).

The first day was …

Make me moan, Caramoan…
~Santi Obcena

Fresh from the trip to Ilo-Ilo a week before, Ron and I decided to bring Jeff to Caramoan Islands. Together with Santi, we huddled at terminal 3 an hour before departure. As always, Ron had to be late… We had to do unbelievable stunts to keep the counters open till Ron arrived. And he did, in the nick of time…
After a short plane ride to Naga Airport, we hit the road and immediately looked for a place to eat.

Kinunot, stewed shark and stingray meat.

Pinangat, taro leaves …

Fresh from the comatose-inducing overnight in Concepcion, we headed back straight to Iloilo City and looked for a place to eat late lunch. Mang Inasal is almost like herpes, they are everywhere. That’s why Jeff got too curious and I let him try its famous barbecue chicken, and it was so cheap it could possibly be fake chicken.
When Monette arrived in the city a day ahead of us she luckily stumbled-upon this new hostel in La Paz while looking for cheaper alternative. So we spared ourselves from exerting the same …