I love the mountain...

... and the sea

Friends have been convincing me to write about my travels. They never imagined me to be the adventurous type, and wrongly thought I always travel within my comfort zone. So when they hear about me drinking ginebra with Infanta fishermen at 4am, they are so shocked. Maybe they even think I am pulling their leg, but just too polite to even hint any doubt. Some of my travel stories go as far back as 1969, at the 4th National Jamboree of the Boy Scouts of the Philippines.So how do I begin? For one, I am not into photography. How do I do this – – – chronologically? OMG, that means I will have to spend months to write. Reluctantly,I need to get started. Or I will never be able to do it. Watch this space.