I got a writing job recently and I am thus thoroughly sick of writing at the moment. So below: photos. It’s sad. I was working on like 5 pieces at one point for some magazines and this blog. I really liked em, and they will be posted soon enough. But in between applying for jobs and VISAS so I have a soft place to land post-backpacking, researching and marketing for a tech company and being wasted in the humidity of Palawan I barely had the energy to chat with the two Norweigan hostel hotties that just left their mojitos on the table three minutes ago and walked off, let alone be creative in any capacity. It’s like my dog ate my motivation, at least for now.
The Philippines has about half of all the fixings of the sweatier parts of Asia. Nescafe, terminal taxes, hungover tricycle/tuk-tuk haggling, but not so much decent street food or convenience stores outside of the big cities, which are unanimously trash. I can’t say it’s same same but different re: Thailand, but there were beaches, the polyglot swirl of hostels and I kept hearing the core backpacker phrases like “eating’s cheating”.
Through 26 days holidays flipped by listlessly. Valentines Day, Lunar New Year, travelers largely unaware of their arrivals and departures. Swarms of TEFL instructors from the sinosphere. I met the unheralded Asian version of Frida Kahlo in Mual Bual. She was maybe 45 when she built the hostel with her partner and when they broke up, lost all motivation to do anything. It was a half-built hostel, chipped paint and abraded wood, unlacquered boards and half-finished watercolor canvases strewn about the common areas. There are a lot of stories I won’t be telling due to exhaustion.
Here’s some photos taken with the new Galaxy I just bought. Forcibly. I went snorkeling with my last one, also that I just bought. Didn’t even shoot one roll of film this trip. Super ㅠㅠ.