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Surabaya Indah

A place is only as good as the people who live there...

sunny 37 °C

Seven years in Surabaya. Can't even imagine now how time flew that fast. Each time I renew my contract as an expatriate teacher, I just felt that it just wasn't time to go just yet.

My morning routines of going to school during my last year in Surabaya was riding an hour of my life away across the city from the west side to the east where my school is located. It was not such a waste actually. Houses, trees, buildings would go past my windows, reminding me that my time there would not last. There was always an end to anything. I guess that's what makes me feel like a tourist for 7 years. I've felt that nothing was for certain, however i may try to make it permanent, such as wanting to buy a big sofa, kitchen knick knacks, etc.

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i live in a quiet neighborhood of Citraland. They call it the "Singapore of Surabaya". Well due to this total rip off copy of Merlion smack right in the middle of the entrance of the whole big estate owned by Ciputra.

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(my quiet neighborhood)

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(my quiet neighborhood on a cloudy day)

If you are an expatriate, it is good to live in this area. You get to have a wide space area to jog, and you get to get away far from the growing density of city folks.

One thing that I miss in this city is the absence of public busses and Jeepneys. Everything around here can be reached through either your own car, a motorcycle or, for most Filipino expats, a taxi. I had a long standing relationship with the taxis here in Surabaya. If you'll count all the rupiahs I have spent riding these taxis, I could actually afford to buy my own car. (Had I known I was goin to stay for a couple of years...)

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(Taxi rides to anywhere in Sby)

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(another taxi ride along Citraland landmarks)

I did enjoy my many taxi rides in this city. Some drivers would be nice enough to make small talks. Some just let me be which at times help when I am too tired to converse. Blue Bird Taxis were the best. You can call them anytime, and they don't fight with you over fares and directions. A bunch of honest drivers, i must say.

My friends and I fell on this vicious cycle of going to the mall every weekend, either to watch a movie, have dinner or just hang out in some cafes somewhere in the city. Every weekend, it was a different place. But the same activity. (I can't remember what kept me sane. haha)

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There isn't much to see here in Surabaya actually. You have to be deliberate in order to appreciate this city. You just have to look at the right places.

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(Condomeniums near Pakuwon Trade Center)

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(West Surabaya Skyline)

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(guard house somewhere in Citraland)

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(Citraland's ClubHouse. They served good Nasi Bebek, fried duck with the works!)

These places were just as good as those who you go with. Every restaurant, a certain road, or even just a boring rooftop, holds a memory or two that reminds you of the friendships that transpired on them.

And ofcourse, that just made it doubly hard to say goodbye to this city. My relationships with the people of this city obviously was the reason that kept me sane in my 7 years of stay.

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(girlfriends over coffee one weekend)

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(Me and Lia during one of our church's ministry week)

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(with bao)

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(last lunch in Kahyangan Restaurant in Citraland. They serve good food. with Live music at nights.)

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(last dinner @Loop near Pakuwon Trade Center)

Well, I don't have much to say in terms of being a tourist in this city. You'll have to live here to experience this city at its best. :)

...ending this log with a post written for another blog:

"A place is as good as those who live in it.
The love, affirmation and the affection that goes with it.
The words and the deeds that spoke of them.
Evident in every moment graciously given.
These are just a few of the many reasons why one ever comes back.
And you realize that there are times that your heart is somewhere but here"
~Sunshine

Posted by cyrus43 21:27 Archived in Indonesia Comments (0)

Bandung (West Java Trip)

Sense of Impermanence teaches you something permanent...

27 °C

One thing I love about travelling is that it gives you the sense of Impermanence that you only experience whenever you're out of your normal protective shell of your own country or province. It's as if your somewhere in between your reality. You know that WHERE YOU ARE AT is not at all your 'normal' reality. Thus, you get to appreciate every little gritty detail of your surroundings that local residence do not at all notice in normal circumstances.

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We got a taste of our so called 'impermanence' last month. With only our backpacks, we set to the Island of Java. We got lucky with our tickets, which only costs us around 2,500php ($61) from Manila to Jakarta and back. There's a catch though, it was a night flight. Which means you get to stay in the airport until a bus arrives in the airport ready to take passengers to their city destinations.

We weren't planning on staying overnight in any hotel anyway, and we weren't in a hurry, and busses are the cheapest way to go to the train station -- 125php (2.58 usd) as compared to a taxi or shuttle that will cost you around 500php each.. And so we spent our 5 hour wait in one of the 24 hour small restaurant and waited for our 125peso-ride.

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(Damri Bus Station at Soekarno Airport in Jakarta)

One thing that you have to know about travelling in Indonesia, is that you have to atleast know how to speak their language. It will get you around easily. Like for instance, i wouldn't know that the bus would arrive at around 6am, and where would it stop had I not asked the security. And lastly, you have to atleast know where you want to go. Thus, saves you more time, and would in turn allow you to see more.

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(yes, a map helps. ^^ i find that Google Maps in your Android phones helps a whole lot as well. It gives you, not only the map but directions on how to get there. :) )

After taking our sweet time in the airport, drinking coffee, going to toilets to wash up, and take pictures, we finally were on our bus around 7am, on the way to Gambir Train Station to catch our next train ride to Bandung City.

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(..in the bus to Gambir.. They were quite comfortable, and the aircondition works well enough. If you don't have enough sleep at the airport, you get to sleep during your bus ride with no worries at all of missing your stop since this bus ends at Gambir.)

If you are in a hurry to go to Bandung, there is always a shuttle named Cititrans that costs 550php (10.32usd) per head. But if you want to stop by National Monument in Jakarta, and atleast you get to see the city a bit, then take this bus.

With an hour or so to kill as we wait for our train ride to Bandung, we walked around National Monument, which the locals refer to as MoNas.
The sky still was a bit cloudy. So, i guess all the weathers' wrath was poured all at one time a week ago during the flood, which just gave us a very conducive weather to walk around this hot humid country and enjoy the sights without getting heat stroke.

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(The Invisible Backpacker.. )

i love referring to me and my friend as The Invisible Backpackers. As a tourist, you don't want people around you know that you are a foreigner. First, for protection/safety purposes. Second, prices are a lot cheaper when you are perceived as one of them. :)

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(MoNas and a Lampost)

Not only was the park clean, and was a good place to have picnics or hang out, it even houses dioramas that tells you the history of Indonesia-- how they fought for freedom, and other prominent locals who devoted their lives in making Indonesia a better place for their people, etc. However, I suggest that you don't take that tour to the peak of that Monument. It will waste half of your day just queuing to go up. since there were only one elevator that can take 11 persons each trip. The skyline though was good, but then again, half a days' wait isn't worth it.

Anyways, in the middle of taking pictures and enjoying the park, we checked our watches and it was 15 minutes before our train leaves. It was a good 10 minute (or so) walk from the Train Station to the park. So, i guess if we run our way back to the station we could get to it in 6 or 7 minutes?? Backpacks truly was a good idea when you were running late for your next ride.

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(Bandung Train Station)

This train ride was a good opportunity to catch on your lack of sleep since it will take like 3 hours to get to your destination. We left Gambir Station around 8am, and arrived in Bandung Station around 11:30am.

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A friend was already waiting for us at the station.

Now, let me tell you that, not only speaking the language will help you a lot as you travel in Indonesia. It also helps when you know someone who is from the place who truly knows the area. A local friend can be a good local guide. And a real blessing.

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(William, we call him 'Bunso', as the youngest in our trip from Bandung to Central Java..)

We were blessed to have a few local guides who happen to be connected to one of my old friends from the city. He was kind enough to send his brother (William) to take care of us while he was at work. He took us with him in his business trip down to Central Java and showed more of what Jogjakarta can offer.

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(Abang (older brother) Tonny and Vidi, locals (and good friends) from the beautiful city of Bandung)

Having indonesian friends with you gets you to try stuff that typical filipinos won't even dare. Back here in the philippines, it is seldom that you see people eat at what we filipino locals call 'carinderia sa tabi-tabi' (food stalls at the side of the street) due to danger of contracting hepatitis or other diseases.

But here it is quite normal to eat outside along the streets. My local friend said that you would know if the food is good or even clean and safe here in Indonesia, IF there are Chinese people,with cars parked, eat there. Which I guess is a good indicator.

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We had breakfast on one of these places. I am not much of a peanut sauce eater, but the stuff i got was pretty good. It was spicy and sweet with a little bit of saltiness in it that made the whole thing tastes interestingly good.

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(i can't remember if this is Lontong Kari or Kupat Tahu. hehe. Well, you get to try them both if you get the chance. )

Our friend took it upon himself to show us both culinary worlds. The other night he took us to an expensive sumptuous meal at an interesting restaurant which the name i can't quite remember now. But i do remember that it was right beside Eiger Store at Cihampelas Street. It serves healthy organic food, thus explains the prices. I am picky with pasta, but let me tell you that they served good tasty pasta!

So, the next days he made it a point that we'll try street food, and enjoy not only the local taste of indonesian food, but also see how much cheaper it gets when you eat out (literally).

Anyways, after breakfast, he took us for a walk along their tea fields. I didn't realize how big their tea plantation was until we were driving along vast and vast of endless shrubs of tea.

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We arrived there, and a couple of harvesters just finished their tasks for the day. Which was actually a pretty good time to bother them. hehe. Atleast, we won't be in their way as we ask them questions and all. They were nice enough to explain which leaves to pick, and which ones to leave. One or two of the women even gave me tea leaves shoot as souvenir (which i can't remember where i put. haisst). One of the men gave me a leaf to chew on. Bitter. hehe. These leaves obviously have their glory once they get dried and processed to perfection giving us good indonesian tea. The ones being exported taste good, they say. I knew how local tea taste like, and i love it! How much more if i get to taste the exported ones!?

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My friend accidentally saw this sign that leads to the falls. With anticipation, we followed the trail that lead to the said falls. And we weren't disappointed.

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We came back from the falls and have found our new friend harvesters just happily ended up their wait as they pick up their bags of leaves to be sold to their employers who just arrived to pick up their stuff.

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Now as I write this and I get to see these photos I have of them, and I get to thinking how their faces show nothing of the hardships that we outsiders seem to perceive. Their smiles and care free attitude as they relate to us, strangers, amazes me.

As tourists, we get to see worlds that we don't see in our day to day life. I wake up every morning with food on my table each day. I go out on the streets and ride the jeepney (our public transpo) and see people busy on their way to their own tasks for the day. You ride the morning bus to the city and you get to see people in their executive attires on their way to the business district of Manila. And here, in the tea fields of the city of Bandung, you get to see a different set of working force that requires more than just heat from the sun, and backbreaking tasks of carrying something heavy. They posses that enduring fight to live for a day, and face another, pushing their bodies to its limits just so there's food on their tables.

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(after a day's work, @Bandung Tea Fields)

This was our state of Impermanence. A 5-day taste of something out of the normal. You go back to your own country, and you sit behind your desk as you do your days' work, and catch up for the lost time during the trip. Incidentally, you (as a traveler) carry with you something that is far from being temporary. But something that marks you in the inside. My travels always changes me from within. I guess that is far from the Impermanence that my perception holds during the trip. Now, something PERMANENT is set inside. It widens not only your geographical horizon, but also the horizons of your mind. I may spend my life finding out how these travels have changed me. Its evidences comes out through time, as you live your life slowly, thankful each day. And excited and full of anticipation when you get to have the chance to feel that sense of Impermanence once again. :)

Posted by cyrus43 04:04 Archived in Indonesia Comments (2)

Jogjakarta

i left my heart somewhere in the streets of Jogjakarta

overcast 34 °C

i remembered the very first time i arrived in Jogjakarta. A group of students and their mentor from this Campus ministry picked me up from the Tugu Train Station. I vividly remembered one of the students from Gajah Mada University, whose name is apparently Bram, was holding out a board with 'Cheloy Cunanan' written on it. I ofcourse immediately recognized my own name and went to him and introduced myself. It was a relief to be able to finally speak to someone who knows me, and who i know won't hurt me. Coz you see, it was my first time that time (2001) to go out of my own country, and it was my first time in Indonesia where English was not their 2nd language atleast. I was too afraid to utter anything during my 9 hour train ride from Jakarta. So, being able to finally let fresh air breathe through my almost dry mouth, was good.

That was some 12 years ago. I fell in love with that city the moment i set foot on it. From the train station to the streets of Marlioboro, to the Sultan's palace and ofcourse the temples that peppered the area.

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(Sunrise at Prambanan Temple)

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(Sun is up at Borobudur Temple)

I went back to Jogjakarta several times after that. I kept on bringing friends and families to that city. It was, I guess, my excuse for visiting Borobudur and Prambanan Temples, and perhaps just to enjoy the slow easy life of Jogja once again.

I love how Jogja gets romantic especially at night. I don't know why. hahaha. But, this city makes me feel melancholic.

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Last month, I get to visit the streets of Jogja once more. Now in rented motorbikes for only 50 thousand rupiah, we get to go around the city until the streets around the palace gets really quiet and too yellow from the streets lights...

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Sat on the sidewalks that magically turns into a long stretch of make shift eating area, just as like what you see in Paris where coffee shops make use of their street outside and add more tables and chairs for their customers. Except that in Jogja, there were only mats and... that's it. The locals call it 'lesehan'. It means 'sitting on the mat'.

Here you get to drink hot local coffee that true coffee addicts would truly enjoy. Don't be surprise by the added accessory floating in your glass of coffee. A piece of burning charcoal is placed on every glass to heat the coffee, and keep it hot for quite a time. So, if you're the type who likes their coffee simmering hot, you'll get to enjoy drinking this one that the local call Kopi Joos, named after the sound that that burning hot charcoal makes as it hits the liquid. Don't mind the toxicity level of that carcinogenic piece of rock. Just enjoy the night as the "Pangemen" goes around the "lesehan", sings their songs, and asks for some change for the entertainment they bring. What is one chunk of charcoal in one night do to you anyway? Just for that night, you get to be a tourist drinking exotic indonesian beverage. ^^

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One new thing that I discovered about Jogja are the many caves that has existed in the mountains around the city. The day we went was a beautiful day to drive up on that mountains. The rainy season made it easier to bear the hot indonesian sun.

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And the beauty of the caves took whatever little discomfort we had from the heat that day. We get to enjoy the beauty of God's creation on that part of the world.

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Amazing how nature shows our Creator's Grandeur and artistry marked on every rock on that cave. This particular cave is called Goa Pindul, located at Gunung Kindul.

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On the way down to the city, we stopped and had some of the famous indonesian street food, Jagung Bakar or "grilled corn". You can have it sweet, salty or spicy. I had all flavours on. Yum.

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We sat beside the street, on one of the bridges that overlooked Jogjakarta. I heard that sunsets were always beautiful on that particular spot where we were having our corn. Too bad, the sky was overcast.

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I love the art and the culture of this city. It has definitely preserved the richness of their identity for tourists and outsiders to enjoy and marvel at. Their creativity was not apparently stagnant. Pop-culture has wormed its way to theirs and it was surprisingly beautiful.

My friend described jogja as colorful.

And I must admit, he is quite right on that one.

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I left my heart in Jogja 2 weeks ago. I guess I always do leave a part of me each visit. No wonder i kept on coming back. A piece of me longs to be reunited with the rest of who I am.

Posted by cyrus43 11:02 Archived in Indonesia Tagged temples food java street central Comments (0)

sunrise away from the crowd

mt. bromo trip with backpackers surabaya community

4 °C

Since travelling is in my blood stream, i decided to join our local backpackers in Surabaya, Indonesia called Backpackers Surabaya Community. It was spearheaded by a good friend, James Winner, rek soroboyo (Surabaya local).

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james winner

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we left Surabaya around 12 midnight on a rented van. We arrived at the foot of the mountain at around 3am, just in time for us to catch our next ride to the peak of Mt. Bromo. The locals normally provide jeeps as another form of transportation going up on the mountain. I think it was because it was too steep for a big van to go to.

we arrived at the peak just in time to catch the sunrise.

but to my surprise, there was a huge crowd already at the viewing area, with most of the viewers were photographers with cameras poised to take pictures of the sun, as if it was an actress ready to perform on stage.

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the crowd

my team scrambled to get a place, on poles, on whatever little space they can get just to see this sunrise.

the deviant that i was left my team and headed somewhere with less people.

i looked behind us and i saw a. sort of. waiting area. As i approached the bench to take a seat, i noticed that just below was a clearing. i went down on the steep path, choosing the right step so as not to reach the bottom in just one step with the help of gravity. =)

when i finally reach a clearing, i realized that i found a good spot for viewing the 'star' (literally and figuratively) of that morning-- our sun.

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...away from the crowd

...away from the crowd

My friend probably saw me left the crowd (or i think i texted her that i am somewhere below the clearing...can't remember) and followed me to where i was.

as i was waiting for the whole 'show' to end, i took out my burger that i saved the night before. i realized that i was very hungry from the small decent. :D

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not only that the sun was at my left, in front of me was the bromo crater in full view.

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it was a good trip. i get to spend time with Lia on my last months in Indonesia.

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(photos courtesy from Baskom and Lia)

Posted by cyrus43 06:38 Archived in Indonesia Tagged mountains Comments (4)

Gili Menjangan, Bali Indonesia

snorkeling your way out of life...

sunny 27 °C

last December 2008, marked the year when i realized that snorkeling was the best thing in life.. well, next to coffee of course.

we drove a 10 almost 12 hour drive to Bali and spent the nights on the northern part of the island. where commercialization hasn't reached its claws just yet. It is the best place to go in Bali especially during december. (Unless you want to be in the middle of a crowded streets of Kuta, where westernization was already evident from the shops, the things they sell, the people, etc.)

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anyways, we decided to stay in a villa type hotel, where our comfort rooms were shaded by the blue sky itself, and by a huge tree that was planted right outside our toilet.

don't get me wrong. There was nothing backwards with our toilet. It was not even make-shift. It has the modern facilities that we tourists need for 'comfort'. It was one of the coolest toilet i've seen so far (cool- literally and figuratively). It has culture in it evidenced by different Bali interior knick-knacks inside. and yes, privacy was a prime. Not against any flying animals anyway. hehe. (good thing airplanes were way too high to see me taking a dump, or whatever.)

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on the 2nd day, my friends and i went to Menjangan Island, a small island in Bali..

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rented a boat and some snorkelling gear for, i think, only 120idr (500php), and you have almost half of the day with the boat, the gear, and thousands of colorful corals and fishes in different hues and colors.

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the thing is, i was a bit afraid to go to the deep waters.. i was apparently not that adventurous enough, especially when ones LIFE was at stake. hehe

but a friend offered some comfort of safety as he promised that he'd hold my hand as the waters go deep.

i know that the sight of the undersea would take my breath away (well, through the snorkelling tubes.heheh)

But i wasn't prepared of what i was about to see that day.

Beautiful did not seem to encompass what was beneath those blue waters. It was teeming of colors and sealife! The further you go towards the deep end the more colors you'd get to see!

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My friend and i kept on swimming until suddenly i came to a halt, because right before me was a deeper shade of blue waters, almost black even.

my friend was continuously swimming away in glee. But I let go of his hand, because i was wise enough to know that what was ahead was different from where i was swimming upon.

We had apparently come to a trench!

I couldn't bear myself to swim one foot away from the edge of the trench though i know that buoyancy, and not gravity, was the only force that kept me alive so far. hehe.

But my friend, though inaudible, was beckoning me to swim toward him.

and I, though inaudible, was shouting a 'No' beneath the snorkelling apparatus on my mouth.

i do believe that i was shaking my head way too much in able to communicate to him that i was not planning on joining him in his endeavor BEYOND this trench. yes, yes, i know that i was floating anyway. But, no, thank you.

He was rather insistent with his hand outstreched towards me, so, with much hesitation, i took it.

He lead me a few feet away from the trench...

and..... it WAS EXHILARATING. It was as if you are flying over the edge of cliff somewhere.

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i eventually got the hang of it and felt restricted in exploring that i let go of my friend's hand....

and i swam to my heart's delight. =)

But i swam along the edge (just in case i needed to adjust my gear and the shallow part would give me that chance for life, considering that it has waters that is 1 or 2 feet higher than me. =))

i came to my second 'halt' though when i saw that familiar deep darker blue color that signifies the depth of the unseen seafloor.

it was actually another trench.

but this time it's between two big boulders.

the separation between the boulders were almost (only) 5 meters wide. it may not be much for some, but for me it could have been the pacific ocean.

however, i was mulling over the idea of crossing it, fully aware that its deeper hue of blue color means 'really, truly, super deep'.

but what the heck!

so, with a deep breath, i braved myself and crossed the trench, hoping with all my might that i won't get cramps as i do. Otherwise, so long 'world'.

anyways, that was truly fun. and exciting. i was able to cross it... successfully.. and am alive right now being able to document all of this now.

and again i must say that THAT was exciting (can you supply me more adjectives please??) .. Seeing creation the way i've never seen it before.

i felt that i believe on God more when i saw the wonders of His creativity under the sea.

hopefully, i can go back there one of these days.

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here are some videos from youtube that you can feast your eyes into.

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video 2

photos courtesy of:

  • tom utomo
  • gilibookings, accessed at http://gilibookings.com/uploads/content/AquaMarine-diving-bali.jpg
  • cyrstaldivers.com at http://www.crystal-divers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/GJB2908-265x400.jpg

Posted by cyrus43 01:38 Archived in Indonesia Tagged snorkeling Comments (6)

experiencing Roll-on Roll-off travel (RORO) (boracay trip)

from the beaches of boracay to the shores and mountains of puerto galera

Roll-on, Roll-off (commonly known as RORO here in Philippines) has been the cheapest way to go to boracay other than domestic planes. But of course, if you don't mind spending more for the airfare to reach your destination faster, you can always book a flight to caticlan or in kalibu.

our van (RODASTCO) only cost us 665 pesos and has taken us from our hotel (Kabayan Hotel) to Batangas Port, to Calapan port, and drove all the way to Roxas port. Then from there, we took a ferry (Montenegros Shipping Lines for 313pesos to Caticlan. And our last, 5 minute banca ride to Boracay which costs 25 plus terminal fee of 75 pesos.

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montenegro shipping lines

we left our hotel in manila at around 9pm, arriving in Roxas port at around 5:30am. We took the earliest ferry to Caticlan, which is at 8am. Waiting in the port was not at all boring coz apparently the port have wifi. yey!

banca to Boracay Islands

banca to Boracay Islands

we eventually reached our destination, boracay islands, by 10:30am.

under the Boracay sun

under the Boracay sun

playtime at puka beach, a tricycle away from White Beach of Boracay, 25pesos each

playtime at puka beach, a tricycle away from White Beach of Boracay, 25pesos each

we spent a week in boracay, stayed in a 600 peso per head hotel (Morning Star), and RORO ourselves to puerto galera.

We took the bus this time, Philtranco, which has cost us only 560 pesos upto Calapan Port.

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philtranco

We arrive in Calapan in an apparently, ungodly hour (from their perspective), which is only 9pm. and when i say ungodly, meaning there were no public transportation anymore goin to puerto galera. we had to rent either a van (2500 pesos), a jeepney (2000 pesos), or a tricycle (1100 pesos). There are only 2 of us so we took the cheapest smallest ride we can- the tricycle. ^^

i realized that travelling night time was not at all a good idea in the roads of Calapan to Puerto Galera. Our tricycle, after an hour of a safe straight road travel, came into winding roads along the sides of the mountains that apparently spreads itself along the way to the beach of puerto galera. Even more dangerous driving in a non-lit winding road drizzling with rain, making the roads very slippery. So, if i were you, better stay overnight in Calapan in a hotel.

anyways, we arrive in Puerto Galera around midnight. Stayed in a cheap hotel but good and clean, Camp Rock. We stayed there for 3 days, sun bathe, hike, took long walks, sunsets, shop, etc. then took a small 1 hour and a half boat to Batangas Port (230pesos).

hike in puerto galera

hike in puerto galera

white beach of puerto galera

white beach of puerto galera

There were buses goin to Manila from the Batangas Port which took us like 6 hours to reach our hotel, as suppose to a 3-hour ride without stopping to wait for passengers. :( (But if you are riding the bus straight from Caticlan Port, you won't be possibly be waiting that long.. coz your bus would have enough passengers to go to Manila).

Posted by cyrus43 03:24 Archived in Philippines Tagged beaches roro Comments (0)

san fernando, pampanga

thine own town. ^^

27 °C

yep. i grew up here... But i just recently found out the many historical marks that my own town has. I took my american friend around, and we both discovered old mansions from way back 1600s and 1800s. it's just a 7.50peso ride from my house to the town. What i love the most is how certain people from the government preserved these houses. thumbs up for these people.

we eventually went to the catholic church. i love sitting inside these monumental buildings. i may not be catholic, but these places have their way of making me just shut it, and just be still. these places have never failed to instill quietness in me.. quite enough for me to hear God telling me to live life to the fullest, coz He is here, with me, all the time. :)

town's catholic church

town's catholic church

hizon-singian mark

hizon-singian mark

hizon-singian porch

hizon-singian porch

Posted by cyrus43 01:07 Archived in Philippines Tagged town Comments (0)

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