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Attempt to Helping Tarsier Conservation

One of Bohol’s tourist attractions is visiting tarsier in its natural habitat. Though it’s my 6th time in Bohol, we’ve frequented that one in Loboc. And quite frankly, I wasn’t happy at all seeing this endangered specie removed from its natural habitat, altered its natural behavior and held captive in a cage. This does not actually help in the conservation measures of Tarsiers.

So this Easter, when P said he wanted to see the famed smallest primate, I proposed to go to Tarsier Sanctuary, in Corella. It’s a natural environment abounding with trees and bushes protected and managed by Tarsier Foundation. Their doors are open from 9AM to 4PM. They showed us an hour video first on how they carry-out their protection/ conservation program and taught us how to be a responsible Sanctuary guest. (Hop here for heaps of information).

We went inside the Sanctuary with 4 more people on a guided tour (they try to keep a very small group per guide). The tour guide alone can interact with the tarsier, it being territorial, solitary and extremely sensitive to noise, we were showed where the tarsiers are resting / sleeping. That day we were told they found 4 Maomag (tarsiers’ local name) among 88 others (if I remember it correctly). P and I respected their habitat and hardly spoke during the visit except for the occasional whispered woows and amazement =) He took only few photos as he was just happy to see how tiny they are, how enormous their eyes are compared to their body and how their tails are really long relative to their height. We even witnessed one that leaped from one branch to another and how it used its tail to balance itself after the jump. It was waaaay too cute =)



We would have stayed longer and just ogle to the little creatures but since it’s just the 1st leg of our motobiking day, we took off and left the Sanctuary moved and with the understanding how we can help to keep it from extinction.

We were heading to our last stop of the day, Chocolate Hills Complex, right after the arch that welcomes all Carmen town visitors, P suddenly stopped and spoke to a woman carrying a green net with her. I sped past thru them until I realized P wasn’t following so I went back to see what was he up to on the side street.

Voila! The woman he was talking to was selling him a live tarsier captured in her tiny net basket. He was so perplexed to see that this woman was selling the tarsier on broad daylight, on the street, without a trace of shame on her face at measly Php 500. So he was talking to the woman that it’s illegal to sell it, and was telling her to return it to the wild. The woman even had the nerve to say that they didn’t steal it and that her son caught it in the forest to be taken care of by its buyer. He thought of buying it so he can return it to the wild but we talked about it that we don’t want to be caught by the authorities with it on our way to the wild and that we don’t want to patronize such practice. So we told her we will be back and immediately left the woman. We went straight to the foot of Chocolate Hill Observation Deck and reported what we saw to the men at the Barangay Outpost. We said the woman is just on the street about 500-800m away with the Tarsier. But to our surprise the men told us that it was a normal practice there to sell it and they added there was no harm done to us. Disappointed and frustrated, we went up the hill and saw a Tourist Police Outpost and narrated again what we saw downhill. Relieved to finally have somebody understood our concern and this the man in uniform took his bike right away and called one of his colleagues and went straight to where we said the woman is.

We really hoped, they’d be able to catch her and teach her that selling Tarsier is strictly prohibited. However, after we climbed up the 200+ steps to the Observation Deck, we were advised by the police officers that they didn’t find the woman anymore. Their efforts were futile as the woman maybe was able to sell it already or maybe she realized we will be reporting her to the Policemen and hid somewhere already.

Before we hopped on our motobikes again, we can’t relinquish the thought that maybe we should have dealt with it differently. We should have let the woman go with us on our motorbike and brought her to the Police Station to report her right away. Maybe just maybe, we’re able to save one tarsier right there and then.

I saw how disappointed he was specially, knowing that this illegal practice can go on right below the town residents’ very nose. We both agreed next time we would be more vigilant and more decisive.

How about you? Would you have done it differently? How can you help in Tarsier’s conservation? I don’t know about you, but one thing for sure, there’s Tarsier Foundation who began a good work somewhere in the small town of Corella, Bohol.

Tarsier Sanctuary is only 28.6 km Northeast from Alona Beach, and 14km Northeast of Tagbilaran City.

Sanctuary’s entrance fee is P50/hd that is used to help fund conservation advocacy of the Foundation.


Exploring Bohol Differently

The french beau was speed freaking at 80 to 100km/h whilst at my best, I was only inching to reach 60 km/h and was mustering all my energy to brush-off my head my freaky motobike accident in Saigon some yrs ago. But after a couple of intersections, several towns passed, got chased by dogs, blindly drove on sharp curves and hairpin bends without lamp posts or well-lit signages and terribly burnt shoulders, I felt I’m slowly getting the mojo back. (And Oh! Yes Dad!!!) I drove a motobike again and on a national highway from one island to another, without me being brought to ER for a knee surgery =) (I’m sure I made you proud!). I’m not yet 100% but i know, I’m traumatized no more.

Tagbilaran City

Loay Interior RoadLoay Interior Road or “tina-i sa manok”

One of the remarkable part of the leg, is what locally known as “tina-i sa manok” or chicken intestine. There were several sharp curves and hairpin bends that have actually made me ask myself again, “how far would I go with my zest for adventure?”.  I don’t know how many times I heaved sighs of relief after each curve, knowing that a slight miscalculation on my turn, I’d fall on the dreaded ravine on the road side. On one of the stops we did, told P how $h#t scared and how ecstatic I was at the same time to brave it. Told him though that on our way back, which would definitely around night time, is a different story. He took my hand and reassured me, how I was doing well on the handlebars =)

manmade forest drive

BIlar Man-made ForestBilar Man-made Forest

Bilar Man-made Forest is a two-kilometer road beautifully dotted with mahogany trees, rendering shade from summer’s scorching heat to its revelers. Covering approximately 10 hectares stretching from Loboc to Bilar towns, it’s a local government reforestation project to address the growing ‘kaingin’ concern during the early ’50s. The colors here are so rich, that reminded me of the colors of Fall. The scent of the woods is so distinct I had to ask P to stop for a bit so we can appreciate it longer.

Definitely my favorite drive of the day =)

choc hills driveUphill to Chocolate Hills Observation Deck, we’re welcomed with spectacular view of hundreds of similarly shaped grass-covered hills, which to date remain a geological puzzle as to how they were formed. It’s so picturesque, we had to do sooo many stops before heading to the 214 steps at the Observation Deck.

photo(3)Chocolate Hills Observation Deck

photo 2

It’s already 5ish and we were running late already. Manong who rented his motobikes to us said we should be back by 6pm. But the sunset that served as our backdrop to Bohol’s No.1 tourist spot, was so gorgeous, it’s ridiculous not to marvel a little longer.

We started driving back and at the foot of the hill, P signaled to me to stop so we can discuss our route back. He showed me his intended route back to Panglao, which was actually shorter and less busy. He snagged my helmet again and requested me to accelerate a bit more, before letting me hop on my motobike and start another road adventure.

It was a little less than 2-hr drive back to Alona Beach, but it sure felt waaaay longer than that. And though I’ve somehow regained my confidence on the handlebars, since my knee surgery, the highway back to Panglao can be really challenging especially at night.

Motobike Route

Out biking for 10hrs including all the stops and breaks we did, covering approximately 160km and consuming about 6L of fuel, we were immensely happy bikers!!! ♥

*Map Legend:
A& F – Alona Beach area
B – Tarsier Sanctuary Corella
C – Loboc River Cruise / Loboc Church
D – Bilar Man-made Forest
E – Chocolate Hills Monumental Complex
*motobike / scooter rental rate: Php 300 for 8hrs with Mang George, +63906.451.3424, one of those locals who rent out their bikes to tourist whom we met by the street next to Alona Beach Tourist Police Station. He’d provide you helmets, after signing a Rental Agreement and providing your driver’s license number. We paid him though extra because we returned his bikes after 10hrs :-)
(I would have wanted to rent from Mike Bike Rental Shop, for its reputation in the island, however they have 3-days minimum for rental and were actually fully booked during the Easter)
*If you’re up for a new adventure and wanted to explore Bohol differently, motobiking is definitely the better option!
*Entrance Fee to Chocolate Hills Observation deck is P25/head (adult).

i miss ‘Nam!

“I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.”
– Bill Bryson

VN has become that to me. My daily grind in Saigon, may not be an epic adventure to others, but finding your feet to its norms, to its language, to its culture, to its food, to its coffee, to its people was that beautiful adventure I sometimes miss. I sometimes wish I’m back there peddling my way to survive the day to day challenge of working as an expat in a world totally different to mine, if only to experience again those times when everything can be as spontaneous as playing pool last night and fillin your backpack in the next hour in the attempt to sail the Mekong River and cross borders the next day. I miss the spur-of-the-moment invites of fellow expats to taking the motorbike to spend lazy weekend to some low-key islands further South. But I’m thankful to have these things written to my notebook, my moleskine. I just need that little corner in my room, raise my feet up and I can relive once more each adventure whenever I please.

This is an entry to Wanderlass Adventure Partner Contest

Tubbataha Love Affair

What we went through to finally be again aboard this vessel, Stella Maris, would give the reality show, ‘The Amazing Race’, run for its money. But that’s history already (hop here for the story).

And I am not exaggerating if I say the suspense ‘24’ always delivers was pale in comparison to what I had at the airport’s check-in counter 20minutes before ETD (Estimated Time of Departure)…yes folks…20minutes before ETD because of a long, slow & chaotic campaign motorcade of a mayoral & vice mayoral candidates of Quezon City which I’m tailing to. It made my supposed 40-minute drive swell to 90minutes of unbearable, heart-pounding and buzzer-beating-not travel time. But thanks to L & Z who pressed hard the check-in officer not to close the counter as I am only a minute away (actually they’ve been saying that for the past 15mins, my friends are just cheeky like that). I was lucky too that the flight was delayed thus they have generously extended the checking-in time for me.  With my laptop bag, DSLR camera bag, 10kg duffel bag, I felt light, almost elated in fact, because I made it and the promise of Tubbataha was already within reach.

From the smooth landing to Palawan’s soil to the airport transfer to PPS Pier to the embarkation to Expedition Fleet’s Stella Maris, everything went like a breeze.  I have to say though I felt rather odd not to have hassles & stress since we flew out Manila. I’ve been waiting for those mishaps to break lose again but none came until we sailed to the open seas around dusk time, right after TPMO oriented the 18 aboard divers of Park’s laws and policies and got off the boat.

M/V Stella Maris Explorer

M/V Stella Maris Explorer, our home for 7 days (photo from SPD)

It’s more than a month of waiting for this second attempt and we were careful not to spill any hint of excitement to our other friends outside the Mamburao crew. We’re hush-hush the entire time not to preempt the trip again. But amongst us, an uncontainable excitement was ever present. You can call it a delayed reaction when we all started celebrating. We have already lost mobile phone signal and traversed the strait when we, all 10 members of the original 20-member Mamburao crew, cheered in unison, “THIS IS IT!!!”.

I was greeted the next morning with a ringing bell signaling our first dive of the day! Finally, thankfully, officially we’re right at the heart of Sulu Sea and below where our boat was moored is arguably The Holy Grail of Philippine diving! What else can we ask for but to gear up, hop on our assigned chase boat and ask either our buddy or the boat man “clear?”. It didn’t take us long before we all found ourselves doing a synchronized back roll to the Amos Rock dive site. Boy!!! The splashing of waters and our dive computer’s beep echoed sweetly to my ears as my closest dive buddies and I descend to the depths. Water temperature was perfect and visibility was incredible! The reef wall, which we kept on our right shoulder was heavily covered with colourful gorgonian fans, whip corals, christmas tree worms, and soft corals. On our left was an infinity of blue waters liven up by a seemingly soiree of various fishes. It’s stunning, overwhelming and magical until on the twelfth minute immediately after L & I saw our first juvenile shark, a minor mishap on my inflator hose shot me & my buddy Z to the surface. (This deserves a separate post).

banggigay wall diving

drift diving (photo from Sharkbite)

The succeeding dives were all drift dives making it more enjoyable and doubly exciting! We rode the current as we get charmed with the pelagic around us. Hawksbill sea turtles, Bluespotted Stingrays, Marble Rays, Eagle Ray, Nurse sharks, Grey reef sharks, Blacktip sharks and the ubiquitous Whitetip sharks were perpetually gracing all our dives. Schools of big Tuna, Trevally, Barracudas, Grouper,  Harlequinn Sweetlips, Wrasses, Parrot fish, Bat fish, Angel fish, Damsel fish and a lot more marine species we are yet to fish ID gave us an extravagant showdown underwater. Our safety stops were like send-offs to us by playing big, fat Whitetip sharks and turtles as they swim around us to conclude each dive with a remarkable close shallow encounter.

whitetip shark

Whitetip shark (photo from SPD)

sleeping shark

sleeping shark (photo from SPD)

school of juvenile barracuda

school of juvenile Barracuda (photo from SPD)

Hawksbill sea turtle

Hawksbill sea turtle (photo from SPD)

bluespotted stingray

Bluespotted Stingray (photo from SPD)

Emperor Angelfish

Emperor Angelfish (photo from SPD)

preggo map puffer fish

prego map puffer fish (photo from SPD)

It was so surreal you wish to hold the time for as long as you could. Fifty to sixty minutes of diving wasn’t just enough to marvel the beauty of Tubbataha Atolls. Tubbataha indeed defines ‘teeming with diversity of marine life’!!! It first teases you with its 20-30m great visibility then transports you to an enchanting world of marine life before it finally seduces you to the pleasurable climax of the whole diving experience!

We came to Tubbataha with a very high expectation, as we hear our buddies, who dove it, rave about it incessantly even after 2-8 yrs have already passed. We knew that sightings of hammerhead sharks and roving mantas are few and far in between, but we were optimistic of what a wild marine park can deliver. We did not relinquish the quest and up to our last day of diving at Shark Airport, we were positive about seeing them. But when we did our final chase boat ride back to our chartered boat, after our 20th dive, there was no sign of disappointment nor discontent among the 10 divers for not seeing them on this trip. With such lush landscape and bountiful sea life, how could we ask for more?! We were all ecstatic and screaming “we love you Tubbataha” for all the world to hear how fantastic the weeklong trip was!

Mamburao Group (at least half of it) at Tubbataha ReefMamburao Crew (at least half of it) at Tubbataha Reef promoting world class Philippine diving (photo from SPD)

banggigay's tubbataha dive log map dive log map (map courtesy of this site)

chase boats

Parked Chase Boats (photo from Wanderlass)

last day euphoriaLast day euphoria at shower deck (photo from Sharkbite)

Tubbataha you did not fail us! All these raves about you are nothing but understatements of what we have experienced in the last five days of diving! In your waters, there was a spiritual experience. I was humbled immensely how little we were compared to the vast beauty you have generously shown us. If to others, you are a love-hate relationship, you to me are love, love, and love alone!  You are beautiful and immeasurably so much more!

fish ID was aided by this site

– photos were from SPD, Wanderlass, Sharkbite

– dive site map was from this site

– for further info on Tubbataha Reef Conservation, please hop here

sweet escape

A weekend getaway from the hustle and bustle of the city, to some, is such a cliché. But to those souls willing to be closer again to nature and experience the great outdoors, the adventure it warrants shall never lose its novelty to true weekend warriors. Afterall, it’s the harrowing 8-hour grind on weekdays which makes the weekends  sweeter and lovelier.

Five (5) girls with shared passion for diving, even in a dinner meet-up with new found diving buddies (thanks to the failed Tubbataha attempt), an Anilao weekend dive can be conceived.

Seems like the stars were aligned perfectly – long weekend, couple of days only before hopping on the boat for the crew’s second attempt to Tubbataha and Ford Philippines has reserved one of their vehicles for us, Wandersoles, to use for our next adventure trip.

Yes you got it right! Ford Philippines is generous enough to lend Wandersoles to test drive their 2010 Escape to wherever destination we fancy! :-)

Ford 2010 Escape

We took our sweet time at Paseo Center where we had a sumptuous Japanese fare dinner. After a couple of backgammon games against Wanderlass, with the smooth ride from Silang Cavite to Mabini Batangas, it didn’t take me long to be lulled and join Pinaydiver to sleep ;p Hey I was just lucky like that!!! ;p Wanderlass, Silverprodigy and Indayguapa (alternating respectively) volunteered to take charge of the wheels during the trip but the city driving was left to my care. Being a Ford Everest owner for three years, driving an Escape for the first time was a refreshing idea. And though I know I am not ready yet to let go of my perennial travel buddy, Gabriel (my Everest’s name),  I can’t deny my instant attraction to Escape’s sleek body yet spacious passenger & cargo room.

We arrived at Planet Dive a little past midnight. In my solid whole year of exclusively diving with PD, logging about 100++ during my freshie year only, I’ve been fantacising of getting booked to what was dubbed as the Party Room of PD. It is that big room that comfortably sleeps 5-6 persons with open air ventilation and stunning window view of the horizon and the blue waters.  Boy! Was I surprised when we were led to the dream room that night!

Slept soundly for 7 hours and was woken-up only by the familiar voices and echoing laughter of our Mamburao dive buddies. Their arrival signaled the commencement of the day’s adventure.

Our day started 830ish and did an easy dive to Beatrice’ beautiful landscape. It never fails to sweep me away with the burst of colors of corals, fish and nudis which in my neutrally buoyant state, I can only gush about with tiny, rhythmic bubbles. Little did we know that our first dive was just a prelude of what would be an intense dive at Mainit. On our second jump off the boat, only 5 minutes into the dive, Mainit right away prove its reputation of having strong current condition which sometimes border to washing machine condition. We stayed closer to the reef and tried to reach what they call the shark highway but the attempt became futile and the two groups got divided to even several, smaller groups. It wasn’t actually a dive for faint-hearted, we’re thankful though that we’re all advanced divers and are equipped for some difficult diving. Some even able to document the whirlpool condition on vids and still photos. We all came out of water relatively unscathed with only little marks on our rashies of how intense the action underwater was. We felt like rock stars ready to take whatever the upcoming Tubbataha trip has in store for us.  Saved by the delicious lunch buffet and the long SIT (Surface Interval Time) we had, we recovered from the beating we just went through at Mainit. In just a few hours, we found ourselves again gearing up and getting ready for a shore entry to Twin Rocks. We were on our own this time (DM’s knew we don’t need a guide anymore as we know the landscape like the back of our hand already) and I found myself at the front of the pack and somehow leading the group from the barge towards the twin rocks. It was a good 55min dive, registering only 18m as the deepest point we’ve reached. It’s more than enough time for those with new underwater toys to play with muck (macro photography) whilst others enjoy doing the role of a spotter of bizarre, cryptic yet colourful macro creatures.

dive pre-briefing with the crew

banggigay with her new shorty

at twin rocks

at twin rocks

cute anemone fish

We finished our 3rd dive half hour past four only, and though we have actually planned for a 4-dive day trip (4th dive being a night dive), we submitted without a fight to just chill at the inviting sundeck and watch the sun gorgeously set on the horizon.

view from Planet Dive's sundeck

wandersoles during SIT

Pre-Tubba dive

For as long as…there’s still an adventure that underwater has to offer…sunsets still hold certain magic that can charm even the restless divers…beautiful people to share wonderful experiences of the day…weekend escape from the hustle and bustle will never be a cliché :-)

thanks to indayguapa, pinaydiver, Noel & SPD for the photos

running starts here

to say that i was ecstatic of my yesterday’s run is an understatement. when your doctor said you can run in 6mos and you were able to be back only 3mos after the accident, despite it being a short 3k run only, it’s like winning a lotto jackpot prize already.

it’s my second in a row already for the condura race, this time though it’s dubbed as ‘run to save the whale shark’. in prep for the run, i had a good 4K run at bora’s fine white sand stretch. i got knackered big time (which made me sleep in a club there for over an hour – will post it separately) but as if it was already a good sign to proceed with the sunday run when pain on my knee was inexistent.

2 yrs in a row :-)

saturday night, i was actually both nervous and excited how i’d fare the next day. nervous cuz i haven’t joined a race locally since…hmmm…october? and after i had my motobike accident in Vn (when i was preparing like a mad man for a full marathon in HKG on Feb), i haven’t ran since then. i had first time jitters whilst we were assembled there at the 3k starting lane. and as soon as i heard the gun shot, wooohooo! i felt like getting reunited to my old self, back when running and other sports were my daily staples. nervous also cuz i am not sure whether my knee will let me down. my PT diagnosis is that my right knee still is very weak (operative word: very!). and me hurting it whilst running is a great possibility.

i’m equally excited too cuz i really miss pounding the streets and the euphoria it gives me after i finished a run with or without a PR. and the thought that i’d again see old running mates makes me more enthusiastic of waking up at a very unholy hour to make it for the 6am call.

430ish received a call from indayguapa to wake me up (as i requested) so i wont be late for the run. moved like flash and a little over 15mins i was off driving to the global city. i was already parking next to the nbc tent when i heard the first gun shot of the morning – the go signal for the 21k runners.

rushed to the assembly area and did my prerequisite stretching. my PT really didnt approve my decision to run, but he said if i would insist at least do him a favour and do a proper stretching minutes before the run. so i guess im not really stubborn at all by following his instruction :-)

met-up with the wandersoles sans silverprodigy – indayguapa, wanderlass, pinaydiver and girlie. both girlie and wanderlass are newbies in running. it was just their first race, and i really am happy they have enjoyed it albeit the initial hesitation to join. it was even kidded by G that she now really understands the true meaning of peer pressure! hahahah!

wandersoles sans Z

we decided to stay at the tail end when the gun was fired. it being a fun run, one could really sense the prevailing atmosphere – very light and easy. there was no trace at all of the gravity and competition i am so used to whenever i’d run 10k. there, no one was talking about PR. no one was trying to outpace a fellow runner. no one was panting because no one was pushing it hard. i wasn’t sure if i prefer it or not. but what i know was that i too was enjoying it. i am happy to just be there running again. i was delighted to pace a 1st timer friend. i was giddily crackin’ jokes and sharin’ run anecdotes with her. i was too loose to take photos with my dslr (yes i brought a dslr on a run). and most of all, i was not feeling anything on my injured knee. naaah! no nothing :-)

we crossed the finished line beyond the 30min mark, but man!!! i was ecstatic of the finish! it was momentous to say the least. hahaha!

was handed with my first finisher certificate of the year and i accepted it like a token to remind me, today science was beaten by an eager heart! not even a still wobbly knee can stop a heart of a true sports lover. eyelurveit!!! :-)

then one by one, i saw my good ol’ running mates –  the  h@ppy feet peeps! hugs and besos here and there even with the still sweaty skins. gawd! how i miss them! marga, joms, ben, JT, rivka, maui, carmen, tics, jordz and jaymie. i stood right there at the finish line to wait for all the 21k runners who dared to be part of history of running the skyway! wooot woot! i wanted to congratulate my mates right there at the tape when they are still wheezing. by that i can somehow get to share their joy in strongly crossing the tape :-)

h@ppy feet buddies

grabbed a copy of the brainchild of tbr, a good friend of mine. and again another real upper of the morning. TBR whom we fondly call manang has just launched her self titled running magazine – in full colors and magazine finish paper for free! wooohoo!

TBR launching

then when majority of the iamninoy runners were assembled, which by the way i was part of the successful launching that day too, we had chit chats with M & J, peeps behind the group who issued us the lovely shirt. we’re 50 iamninoy runners in all, and i know only about half of them, but with all of us wearing that glowing yellow shirt, with one advocacy in our heads, made us somehow instant brothers and sisters that day.

iamninoy runners

wearin it proud! :-)

man behind the condura run

condura run was a success. it’s like a reunion of some sort too. congrats to ton & pat and their team. it was indeed a blockbuster race! same goes to all the finishers – to my h@ppy feet family, to iamninoyrunners and to the wandersoles! :-)

i always say i know how to celebrate little victories like this. i have to say now, my comeback run is more than a little victory to me! it’s indeed a smashin’ hit! :-)

go bebi!

euphoric finisher :-)

hearts day with kites and balloons

it was a wonderful weekend out of town, different from the previous valentines i have experienced so far. armed with good vibes and spunky spirit, the secret society decided to celebrate the hearts day neither inside some fancy restaurants nor posh hotel ballrooms but there on the green field of Clark, with a thousand more spectators, waited patiently for the first hot air balloon to take off.



saranggola ni pepe

it’s amazing to see so many people up on their feet before the sun peeked its first rays against mt.arayat that served as the fest’s backdrop. the morning breeze that seemingly reminded me of what i miss living outside a crowded city was highlighted with quiet laughter of playing kids whilst chasing for flying kites. and the clear blue sky set a perfect contrast to the burst of colours presented by lifting-off hot air balloons, dancing paragliders and sky divers.




the number of cars parked side by side and the jam just before the SLEX exit were clear indicators of how strong local tourism is. if only all festivals in the country would be as well marketed as this, hefty revenue from tourism sector can be really promising.

it’s my 3rd year attending the festival but it’s novelty has not faded a bit. the sight of flying kites brings back fond memories of my childhood. friends who came with me know how excited i was to fly a kite that morning. it’s like me going back to the days when i have less cares. and the emancipation that the taking off hot air balloons gives me whilst i lay there on the grassfield is something i really needed these days. the hectic city life easily gets into you that you sometimes lose balance of it all and moments such as that is all that you need to refocus and recharge.

but the fair would just be another fair like the past years i’ve attended if i have not decided to celebrate it with my fellow wandersoles (sans indayguapa) and N & M – collectively the secret society. no one can jazz up a day more than the combined energy of these crazy beautiful peeps. :-)

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