zane's posts with tag: road trip
 (blame Pats and Djong for this rambling ;p )It's a dream I've been nurturing since I started dutifully following Ian Wright's exploits on Lonely Planet. We are now in the year 2008, and that was back in 1998--10 years and still an unrequited love. You wouldn't think I've been harboring such notions just by looking at my grande Starbucks tea frappe and perfectly applied eyeliner. My friend Eric, whose now in Cambodia, laments the absence of the ubiquitous chain in his new home city, yet he makes me salivate by announcing that massage places litter the streets like 7-11s. I want to visit him in Cambodia, Pats in Singapore, dear Ryan in South Korea, Rony, Gerwin and Charlie in Singapore, life partner Louie, sexy Ems and Lifebunny in Hong Kong, Jon in Spain, Janne in Finland, Donna in the UK, Graeme in Scotland, Dwayne in Indiana, Yas in Dubai, maybe Emi in Romania, Essi wherever she is at the moment...During the bad in-betweeners of my life, I swung from blaming family and circumstances, to blaming myself--both in highly passionate ways that boggle the mind. Still, there is a shining nugget I managed to pick up--strength. Life's hell-bent ways gave me tree-trunk-like sea legs, and I want to keep using them.  Now that life is being quite kind and cushy to me, I can't help but look for the imbalance that only a churning ocean can provide. I long for the comfort that I've always found in constant change. Instead of expecting the unexpected, I don't expect at all. Deal me what cards you will, and with those, I'll play like a loony. I'll probably even wager (and lose) everything, yet find redemption in smiling like a drunken sailor. In life, I can strategize, plan and mind-f**k like the best of them. But I'd rather I didn't. I really would much prefer to be thrown somewhere and I'll be happy to learn how I'll deal with it. I can't imagine a purer heaven. Give me something and some things never to be defined. Give me the raucous, the sweaty and the revolting. Challenge me in ways that will make me rant and spit and give birth to strange, unwieldy energies. I have always believed that by traveling, my sea legs will find happiness. I want to talk to different and differing people, be forced to eat strange food, work for my breakfast...  You know what they say about potential? I can do it, therefore I must do it. Damn the comfort zone and its accompanying delusions. I am dying to have a taste of the biggest possible perspective by constantly being in motion. I want to see The Frames live in Ireland, Dave Matthews Band in Virginia and join the Burning Man community at least once. There are also fairy conventions in various part of this weird, wonderful world. Yes, I want to be there, too. Sometimes, I think I'm too old to start backpacking, Couchsurfing and going on trips that plenty of those half my age have probably already enjoyed. But I reckon I can always lie and say i'm only 27. Until when shall I keep to where the Starbucks stores are aplenty? Boom-de-ah-dah!
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|  | the good heart of client Greenwich and their endorser, the forever cute John Lloyd Cruz. to while away time, we imagined ourselves on the beach and played with the Aeta kids. |
| | Hawaii was great fun, although i did have a minor accident involving a 20-storey plummet. Good thing the hotel administrators were very helpful. i was trying to pose for a panoramic shot when the wind blew me down, down, down from the 20+ floor to the 4th. Enrie, who was taking my picture, quickly ran down to see if i was alright. the door to the patio where i fell was locked, so she had to call the guard and ask for help to look for me. At first the guard couldn't understand what i looked like and then he found me, looked at Enrie, and said, "is this it?" lovely, hilarious moment :) i'll come back with my surfboard before i die =D |
| | A dream destination. Someday, I'll take Zane there, and maybe her friend Louie. They'll love the ashrams and the dancing :) |
| | on Baboy's way to India |
| | Food client's commercial shoot took me to an interesting place that would make a nice venue for an intimate low-key wedding with a rustic feel. |
| | Ah yes! The lovely La Union waves are back in my life. I missed this so much. As usual, good vibes all around. Papa Anthony's still sassy (mag-yihee ba naman sa afam couple going at it on the beach...siyempre tawa kaming lahat na nasa break); the seaweed is still salty and lasang kambing; Mickey is still Sul; at sabog pa rin si Peps. The karaoke-han moved closer to Surfer's Inn, which was cool. Decided to catch Transformers at the "famed" CSI mall due to lack of waves on Sunday. Random goodness. Thanks Pats, JP, and MrWhitePatch for the great company :) August, august! |
| Start: | Jul 5, '07 | | End: | Jul 6, '07 | | Location: | Camarines Sur |
Visiting the famed CamSur Watersports Complex. An overnighter of much anticipated proportions. You can tell I'm smiling, can't you? Wonderful job!
| | another not-so-sleepless night, but it was better compared to the previous one. maybe because we had Rocky the dog in the room all night? Whatever it is, we slept well that night. Breakfast was tapa spelled with a "c", some kind of very crunchy and deliciously salty tuyo, fresh mangoes, and scrambled eggs. Djong and Shobe decided on swimming, and we all went to the lagoon together. I tried to write all my impresions in the journal, and I remembered how calming it was to just write the old-fashioned way. What will we ask God if we meet him? Apparently, some very useless things. For lunch, we were raring to try the revered Kusina Salud, that also had an aviary (with a white bird that had something akin to a lion's mane) and that Pilar Place of novelties and ukay finds. Kambinged away and enjoyed the food (although not as much as Jay's cooking). Ii remember being surprised at how big the Tesoro property really was. I also remember getting confused at the interiors of the place, mixing chinese and pinoy in an eclectic jumble that somehow worked. It had a very Manila vibe to me, though. The 2nd floor would soon offer massage services but was only open to family and close friends at the moment. Then it started to rain and we got back to the car. |
| | The second day saw us watching The Two Towers at 4am, after a sleepless night. As soon as the sun was shining, though, we were taking photos again =D. Had an awesome breakfast of longganisa, danggit, fresh tomatoes, salted pineapple, and french-pressed coffee with Ms. Amor (the farm owner) and two of her other guests. Our first stop was Kinabuhayan Cafe were we played jengga and enjoyed the incredible food prepared by jay. Awesome place, exactly the kind of place great to live in if Manila people could be trusted with open residences. We had time to pop over at Ugu Bigyan's were we sort of disturbed the peace, but who cares, right? Dinner was at Caffe Curio by Colette's main store. (see blog for longer entry) |
| | They picked me up at 8am, and I was ready a minute before that. It was a happy start to an interesting Holy Weekend. We had lunch of fresh seafood, chicken, rice, and buko, on a raft at Pandin Lake, where we talked of animals, zoos, inuman, yelo, boy and girl scouts, and ritual sacrifices. After lunch, we settled in our weekend headquarters Sitio de Amor farm. Exploring the property revealed grumpy little dogs, horses, many more dogs, a cartoon-like spider, and the intricacy of dam-work. At Sitio, we chatted about the special "San Pablo brew" of SMB pil and DVDs. Went out for dinner and landed in Chowking. Haha. Came back, played pekwa and The Fellowship of the Ring while trying to fall asleep. We tried, really, to brave the night... (see blog for a longer entry) |
| | Getting into this wave-riding thing meant dragging friends along, walking for two hours from Midway Grill to the inn, and taking pictures with the late(?) Raul Roco... |
| Start: | Apr 6, '07 | | End: | Apr 8, '07 | | Location: | Laguna, Batangas, Quezon |
Getting lost in Laguna, Batangas, and Quezon would seem ideal for a couple of wanderers seeking respite from "corporate creativity". Let's go, Djong, Jesus, and Siobe!
| | when boracay beckons and you can't fly... |
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