We all have funny stories to tell and the most interesting ones to hear are the ones where we got in trouble or when things didn’t go according to plan. Cambodia happened and is one good example. We were coming from Ho Chi Minh City bound for Phnom Penh to ride another bus going to Siem Reap. It was when we arrived at the terminal we were informed that our trip got cancelled, and we had to take the midnight trip. It shouldn’t had been an issue if they informed us ahead, even if the notice came in just the day before, but the thing is Giant Ibis in Phnom Penh kept on saying they sent an email yet they can’t show us any proof. We were so disappointed, but we really had no choice but to just see the places around and hang somewhere for hours. Come midnight trip, we hopped on a sleeper bus and we got to Siem Reap the next day before 6 AM, and we had to change plans due to this mishap.
Every city I visit is a dream come true, and the bustling city of Ho Chi Minh in Vietnam is definitely one for the books. The thousands of motorbikes, the mouthfeel of Cà phê sữa đá, the mixture of the old and the new, the amazing architectures, and the complex flavours of pho. I mean, what’s really not to love about this city? JUST TAKE ME BACK!
I think every Filipino dreams of going abroad for work, may it just be for a week or for months. Being sent somewhere to attend trainings, meetings, or even work also meant a chance to travel at the same time. That’s exactly what happened to me last year when I flew to the Netherlands and decided to visit the land of Belgian waffles. LOL.
I am so nostalgic every time I think of you. I know that you aren’t just a dream anymore, but I cannot seem to wake up from whatever state I am in right now, and I feel like am stuck in a loop of good memories — AND IT’S TOTALLY OKAY. I’m still over the moon, and I will be forever grateful for this very rare opportunity to see you in person. I used to read blog posts and articles about you, see photos of you holding vibrant Tulips that are full of life, and watch you walk alongside the other statuesque individuals, but this time it’s me. And I’m so happy to have my own version of your story. Continue reading “Amsterdam, Netherlands”
Batanes gave me nothing but pure bliss. I was uninterrupted. Life felt very easy. I never looked forward to anything at the end of the day, except for sumptuous dinner. And I lived each moment like life was perfect. I guess this is the effect of being exposed into something very beautiful, that it becomes so overwhelming and you can’t even put it into writing because no words can give justice to what it is.