5 Tito Travel Tips

Being real Tito Traveler is more than just about posting photos of fancy hotels and cleaned-up OOTD's. It is a culture of having fun on the road without losing such status of impeccable gravitas. For one, wise is the new cool. And as a proponent to...

I Prayed For Snow

Exactly 31 years ago. The year was 1987, at half past five our neighborhood was unusually still. Around this time the roosters in my uncle's backyard should have been belting their throats announcing an almost ceremonial arrival of the sun, but to no avail. I extended...

KonMari Method for Travelers

“Tyding-up with Marie Kondo” is the latest Netflix sensation plaguing our social media feeds. The zenful pleasure of watching people keeping and letting go their personal belongings is so satisfying that you could not help but binge view one episode after another. But can we...

of falls and falling out

Ever pouring, ever living, it roars an ever raging lamentation of the universe. My earliest memory of an outdoor trip was when Lolo strapped me on the backseat of his DIY stainless “owner” jeep and drove all the way through the deeper woods of then lush...

Kids, This is How You Travel in The Late 90’s

Imagine waking up at dawn, around 5:00 AM and the only thing you could hear is the rhythmic clanks of steel electric fan next to your bed laden with questionable fluid marks. Most budget inns even in major provincial cities would not have aircondition and...

Let me write you a love letter

We label places, in our minds we play this game of association to remember its scents, flavours, textures, feelings. A city could be a stop over, a place where we treaded as a passer by and somehow managed to leave trivial cues in the crevices...

subvert narrative

This is just a rant on travel “influencing” (whatever that means). Because, newsflash, that dreamy vignette or epic drone shot is not cutting it anymore. This may be the death of travel blogging as we know it. Telling a travel tale do not always open...

THE BORDER CROSSING THAT ALMOST KILLED ME

Half asleep, my head bobbed foregrounding the blurred landscape of the Kenyan savanna. The view gradually transitioned from silhouette of the flat horizon to sprawling forest shrouded in pitch black night. It was close to midnight and the road was noticeably rough, no longer the smooth...