Tuesday, January 8
I guess that you can take the boy out of the island, but you can never take the island out of the boy (insert cf).
The second weekend back home was spent with friends from college days. A quick two-hour bus ride south of Manila brought us to Puerto Galera where over the weekend we owned a boat, and a few unmanned islands. The sea and the skies were just gorgeous as usual, and everything felt great.
The food just taste tastier when the air is always clean, salty, and warm. Hours are uncountable, revelries are listless but wonderful, the sun is a king, and the stars are all grown up constellations, not just some isolated bashful flickers in the night time .
Sunday, January 6
A departure begets an arrival. I have finally landed back in the islands, and these past four weekends have been simply wonderful. There is an overflowing comfort and joy from friends and families, not to mention the eternal warmth of the tropical weather, Saturday nights spent in the beach, home-cooked meals, dirt-cheap beer, and cable TV. So far, I would like to think that I am doing pretty well in handling the post-Tokyo hangover.
Bantayan Island, Cebu, Philippines