I had to restrain myself from saying good riddance, 2011. It was a great year, travel wise, but in other aspects of my life, it hasn’t been all that good. Still, I have to look past all the crap I’ve felt and realize that life really isn’t that bad.
It’s my sixth time here in Cebu and I was pleased that each one different from the last. I’m in Cebu upon the invitation of Radisson Blu Cebu for the opening of the Thai Food Festival, which runs until October 9, 2011.
Thai cultural dancers will be performing at the Feria restaurant at lunch and dinner time throughout the Thai Food Festival
We arrived here last Thursday onboard a Philippine Airlines flight. Our flight, originally scheduled to depart at 9:00am only opened for boarding at 10:20am. The plane pushed back from the gate around 11:50am == our flight was almost 3 hours delayed. I’m writing this from the Mactan airport while waiting for our flight back to Manila. The original flight was for 3:40pm, which was cancelled, so we were put into the 5:40pm flight. After our 2-hour check-in in Manila, we made sure to check with the airline regarding the flight schedule before heading to the airport. It was lucky we did, because it was delayed and the new ETD was 6:40pm. It’s now 7:11pm, and we just received word that the plane from Manila is arriving at 7:50pm, pushing our departure time to 8:30pm. Le sigh. Typhoons and strikes make for a very inconvenient trip.
Last Thursday, I watched Varekai again. No, I wasn’t invited to watch again; I paid for my own ticket. The experience was so different in many ways than when I watched it last June. First, I was seated 3 rows from the back. When I watched it it the first time, I was on the 3rd row from the front. The complimentary pass got us access to the Tapis Rouge, the VIP area where you can munch on cocktails and sit on comfy couches while waiting for the show to start or resume after intermission. When I watched again, I had to stand with the rest of the audience waiting to enter the Grand Chapiteau. Since the dress rehearsal was also the media preview, we were allowed to take photos during the performance. Last Thursday, the only photo I was able to take was of the yellow and blue circus tent.
To be perfectly honest, I enjoyed Thursday’s show more. Sure, the perk were amazing when I watched the first time, but I was working throughout the entire show. I was busy taking pictures (and figuring out how to use Winston’s camera) that I wasn’t completely able to focus on the show. Last Thursday, sitting on Row P, seat 19, I was able to see the entire stage and watch the show in its entirety, not thinking how to shoot the photo or how I’m going to blog it.
Most beautiful post
What is the characteristic of a beautiful post? Is it in the way it was written or how it affects the readers? Does it wax poetic about a particular destination? Oddly enough, what I find beautiful is something that is very personal: Confessions of a solo female traveler. It’s a post I wrote in celebration of International Women’s Day in hopes of encouraging girls to go explore the world.
It’s been five years. When I started this blog back in 2006, I never thought just how far I’d take it. Heck, when I decided to travel five year ago, I never thought how far I’d go. The goal was simply to travel to Thailand on my own. I ended up going to Australia, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Brunei, Myanmar, Hong Kong and Macau.
Most of you who regularly reads my blog already know my story: hit hard by the quarter-life crisis, decided to travel instead of going up the corporate ladder (because there is no corporate ladder to climb) or getting married and settling down (because there’s no interest. At the moment.) I’m sure you’re sick of my preachings about the joys about solo travel, so I’ve enlisted the help of my fellow Pinoy Travel Bloggers to share their stories.