Friday, March 31, 2017

Friday, March 31, 2017

If there’s anything that travel has taught me, it’s the reticence of being at home anywhere my feet takes me. My credo is to escape what’s worth coming home to and it controls the spontaneity of my itineraries.

Travel started off as a koan to my dull soul. Leaving my comfort zone for the unfamiliar fuelled my early trips. Unlike many young professionals who slept off their weekends, I had no qualms abandoning what I deemed to be worth forgetting for a couple of nights. The goal was to un-see the predictable from a terrible supervisor to a spineless underling at work. The reward was being able to leave in a huff.

En route for Roxas City
Hiking in Abucay, Bataan
Natural High

I can’t remember how many times I fearlessly tore into an exotic grub or downed a kooky drink in a new town just to get a natural high. Add to that, the endless foray off-grid to experience not being able to tell the time of the day in my swimwear.

I also loved to mix it up. My itinerary, that is. One moment I’d be snug on a plush hotel bed. The next moment I’d be exposed to the elements down to my skivvies on some speck of an island.

Enjoying such contrasts that my trips afforded me meant that I could settle for a frosty canned beer at the last leg of my vacation after enjoying a digestif at a high-end bar the night prior. It didn’t matter if the day was balmy or sweltering. As long as the views seemed to be worth the escape, I was there.

Partying with locals and tourists in Bacacay, Albay
Vacationing in Marinduque's Maniwaya Island with fellow bloggers Paula and Paulo
A Different Kind of Escape

It was after I quit my corporate drudgery that I figured in a different kind of escape. With a lot of freelance hours to burn, I embraced a subdued iteration of my previous getaways. The tight budget called for intrepid trips. Mornings were longer. Dusks were more noticeable. Meals were more exotic. It was totally different from my well-designed trips and I liked it for a moment.

I usually had to bear with long commutes on passenger boats and buses. Unfortunately, those led to forced introspections about how devoid I still felt after being in different places in the Philippines. It pained me to realise how my wanderlust couldn’t be satiated regardless of the destination.

It came to a point when I even went to Roxas City for the first time just to trace my roots. I arrived without a single local friend in Capiz and left a week after knowing a whole clan of relatives. It was to be the start of my attempt to connect with people more than the destination.

My Palaui Island hike
My getaway with my old folks
My Travel Caveat

The caveat to travelling, it turned out, is the traveller.

Don’t get me wrong. The resort vistas were fantastic, the hiking views were enthralling, and the local finds were remarkable. However, my feigned discontent always loomed over me after every trip. It was not something I could easily shake off even after going through a warren of attractions.

I felt more empty not knowing why I had to come home only to plot my next escape. Suddenly I couldn’t tell where I belonged because the trips compounded themselves into an endless meandering of the unknown.

River-crossing in Dingalan, Aurora after Typhoon Lawin
Meeting Dumagat tribe members in General Nakar
Change of Perspective

My recent trip to a Dumagat ancestral domain in General Nakar changed all that. It was when I accompanied a social worker friend of mine to a remote coast of Quezon Province when I realised that travel is not always about the next destination to tick off one’s bucket list. Sometimes, it’s about meeting a stranger in a new place and discovering that you have something in common.

We were halfway our long-week immersion when we had to transfer to Masanga, another tribal community which was roughly a two-hour boat ride away. It was a day after Typhoon Lawin had ravaged mainland Luzon. Reaching this part of the Sierra Madre meant numerous river-crossings in Aurora and enduring a Skull Island-esque boat ride to Lulumnan Beach.

My friend was there to teach the natives the trade of organic farming while I tagged along to see the sights. Along the way, I documented the trip including his discreet meetings with some tribe members. To our disappointment, the few crops being tendered by the natives were all destroyed, along with their rustic homes.

The young Dumagat who hitched a boat ride with us

The Young Dumagat Who Tagged Along

On our pump boat for our target destination was another tag-along – a young Dumagat. Looking weathered but hopeful, the kid hoped to reach his home the easier way than hiking more than five hours in the mountains which was how he ended up with us at the beachfront. It turned out he got stranded during the typhoon and had to wait it out with other distraught locals at the coast for a few days.

It didn’t concern him at all that he was hitching a boat ride with total strangers. He just felt relieved that he could finally go home after the ordeal. There was no turning back anyway. That boat ride was the only easy way out of the coast for the both of us. Suddenly, we were both travellers in a setting that neither of us could own.

As he jumped out of the boat and onto a rock expanse after more than an hour at sea, he knew that he was safe where everything was familiar again. He was home. Oddly enough, I felt the same sense of contentment in the middle of nowhere.

At that exact moment, my vicious cycle of escape also ceased. I finally made sense of what’s worth coming home to – knowing that I can be at home wherever I am.


Having received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior more than a decade ago, I slipped through the cracks of my own earthly wanderings. It was only in the past year when being heaven-bound became as real as being home to me.

A passage in the book of Philippians 3:18-21 states: "For, as I have often told you before and now tell you again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is set on earthly things. But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body."

Got your own version of a life-altering travel experience?

The Testimony Series is a personal chronicle of this travel blog's author. It's the foundation on which all his travel features are woven and presented. Apart from God, he is nothing. He can do anything in God who gives him strength.


  1. I always enjoy reading your blog. Whenever you posted your travel experiences, I always immense myself that I'm also travelling with you. It is such a wonderful journey. As the saying goes, "fill your life with adventures, not things. Have stories to tell not stuff to show." This is what your blog is all about. Kudos and always be safe.

    1. Indeed, we all have a story to tell, RF. And the best thing about it is that we can experience our stories at our own pace. Keep on reading the blog!

  2. Hi Karl, I just want to correct the second sentence of my reply, it should be "immerse" not immense. TY.

  3. It always feels good to conquer the unknown, discover the unseen, and explore the off-the-beaten track.

    What I value most about traveling is that it helps me decentralize the world from myself. It lets me see a different perspective on things and helps me realize how tiny I am in this universe.

    P. S. - Where is home Karl?

    1. To answer that, Jayson, I finally edited the article. I added a passage from Philippians 3.


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