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| to the road less traveled, anyone? |
After quite a long road trip, I arrived home physically beaten up. Here in my room, I rested comfortably but I miss being on the road.
Living in the most ruthless of condition in the middle of the asphalt jungle of the city, I feel like I’m confined in a reality that is heartless. This makes my skin gets thicker and thicker every day. It breaks me every time I attempt to find some sense to what I see around because, most of the time, I fail in seeing the point. Don’t get me wrong, I’m just saying that the complexity of city life is too much for me. And in such moments, I long for that other reality, the one that melts hearts and brings you back to the basics of life.
In search for the experience (again), together with Brando, I packed the things that I need for a few days on the road and camping.
It was exactly what I needed: Lying on the sand and watching the clouds make and re-make the pictures in my head. Crossing bridges more than I could keep track of. Looking at faces and hearing people speaking different dialects. Riding up to the mountains and down to the valleys and on the shorelines. Walking through a lush forest to a cove and swimming with the sun straight up above glaring at us. Resting in the benches in the parks and just letting time pass us by, observing as, practically, everything around us moved – people rushing here and there. Drenching in the rain and bathing in the sea of heat.
Nothing could possibly break our spirit for adventure on those days. Not even the storm that had almost blown our little red home in the middle of the night. Not even the threat of the big waves that clashed our shore. We managed to keep the valuables dry, but we slept on a dampy sheet with cold and wet feet. As soon as the sky went a bit lighter, around six in the morning, we dismantled our portable home in the midst of freezing storm wind and packed everything up and moved to the next destination full of excitement.
And with that road trip, I was, again, reminded to be always up for any unplanned event or circumstance that is beyond control that comes my way. Life is like being on the road, there are so many twists and turns and I’ve got to always be on the go regardless of the weather. Again, nothing should break my spirit for truly living life.
P.S. I’m sorry for not going down to the details of the itinerary of our trip. This is not a travel blog. If you wish to know our itinerary – yes, I did make one, with details on the expenses – please email me and I’ll be glad to share it to you. Also, we thought of going back to Palaui and organize a film showing for the kids. If you’ve been there, you know that the island doesn’t have source of electricity. The residents rely on battery-operated radio for entertainment. Almost all residents don’t have a television set. We thought it would be nice to treat them with a film showing in Bayanihan Center (the only place that has solar-powered electric facility). Email me if you’re interested to join us in this little project.
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| Parola ng Cape Engano |
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| On the Road by Jack Kerouac |
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| Palaui Cove |
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| Paoay Church |
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| children of Palaui |
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| Brando buying banana for me |
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| Palaui folks |
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| at Sand Dunes, Paoay |
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| the big waves on our shore |
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| our little red home |
HOW TO GET TO PALAUI ISLAND AND ILOCOS NORTE?
Yes, I pitched a tent in Palaui Island! You must love hiking to get there and enjoy the place. Ilocos Norte is an easy travel, though. Travel blogs you should read before planning to get to there.
*Taken @ Palaui Island, Magapit, Claveria (Cagayan), Pagudpud (Blue Lagoon), Bangui, Laoag City, Batac, Paoay (Ilocos Norte) (01-05 Apr. 2012) by Linds
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