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Think Before You Paddle

The Germans call it Schnappsidee (an alcohol-induced idea) – and as I’ve learned, it’s rarely a wise one. Continue reading Think Before You Paddle

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Wrocław: The City of 4 Countries

Most people don’t know how it’s pronounced, but don’t worry, Wrocław has a few more names. Continue reading Wrocław: The City of 4 Countries

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The Windmills of the Netherlands

What’s the Netherlands without its windmills? Continue reading The Windmills of the Netherlands

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#Summer On sultry summer days, the grown-ups yelled at us to hide from the midday heat. "You're so dark," they'd say and you knew it was a warning. Everyone on TV had a lighter complexion. But what child really cared about such trivial matter? The internet wasn't as widely available then so we spent entire days outside, surrounded by cornfields. We played with anything and everything we'd find. Bamboo canons, makeshift slingshots, marbles, rubber bands, garters, tops, used cans, spiders, beetles, our own slippers... You knew it was summer when the kites invade the sky. These days, you just check your friends' facebook posts. Camotes Islands #Cornfield | August

#Bipolar Disorder . "I would easily swing from being on top of the world to being in the bottom of the darkest pit imaginable." I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of people I've talked to about the mental disorders I went through. . . I'm part of a problem. In the Philippines, #MentalIllness is not something you talk about. Heck, it's not even something people take seriously. The government doesn't care and society mostly just judges. . . This is my friend who was diagnosed very late. She stopped taking her meds 2 years ago, going through the whole manic-depressive ordeal as if it's an inescapable cycle. Her pills cost her €2,64 a day. For comparison, the minimum wage is €6,37 a day. Add the cost of consulting a doctor to that. Insurance companies don't cover mental health medication and hospitalisations in the Philippines. There is limited support from the National Center for Mental Health but it is only for the poorest. If you're middle class, you take the full burden out of your own pocket. . . The prevailing mindset in a country where around 22 million people live in poverty is "why would anyone worry about mental problems when there are millions of people not even able to meet their physiological needs?" If no one talks about it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. September | Siquijor

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Glimpses of Sundays past. Back when I was very young, my grandparents used to live with us. My grandpa had established a chicken coop in one corner of our lot. He raised native chicken for eggs and to be bled dry for special occasions. He treasured his roosters - fed them the best feeds in the market, let them out of the coop in the mornings, stroked their shiny feathers while inspecting them, and kept them back in the coop at night. We lived a ten-minute walk away from a cockfighting arena that felt worlds away because we had to cross a bridge-less river. My grandpa religiously partook in the Sunday gambling festivity. I was the only grandchild for six years, and in one of my earliest memories, I remember sometimes forcing my grandpa to take me with him. I remember very well the sight of that sharpened curved blade wrapped in rubber or a cloth, attached to the rooster's foot. The arena was nothing more than concrete and planks of wood. It was noisy. There was so much cash exchanging hands. There would be a short reprieve from the noise and you would hear the cock's wings flapping at each other. Feathers flew around. And then the noise of triumphant gamblers would erupt. I suppose the crowd must have been really exciting for a kid to witness. Sometimes grandpa lost a rooster, other times he'd come back with his and the opponent's dead one. That was a different time then, a different place, a different culture. But how different was it really? #Cockfighting is still a huge thing outside the big cities. I realised only when I went to Camiguin - their arena was full every night at 8pm. I'm not saying it's right or it's wrong. There are people who will be fazed and people who won't be fazed by the slaughter of animals.

Mananagat | Fisherman In the Visayan creation story, the world started as a great sea of water and above it, an endless sky. The sea was ruled by the goddess Maguayan and the sky was ruled by the god Kaptan. The sea goddess had a daughter and she married her to the sky god's son. Thus, the sea became the bride of the wind. As time passed and the world was formed, the first man and woman emerged out of a cracked bamboo tree. Their youngest son, Pandaguan was clever and invented a fish trap. He caught a huge shark and took it to land. He marveled at its size and fierce look that he became sure it was a god. The gods were angered and ordered him to stop worshipping it. Instead, he challenged the gods. Kaptan, the sky god threw a small bolt of lightning at him to teach him a lesson. Pandaguan's body was blackened from the lightning bolt and all his descendants became dark-skinned. #VisayanFolklore

All the great jumps we took that day... pretending we were all brave. @sethoy73 @imsylph24 July | Kawasan River

Suddenly I've been 22 for a while already... 🌴🏖🌬⛆ Good times battling monsoon winds with @dorthemettegry @stefan31206160 and @iamyourmaus |August 2018|

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Highlights

The Windmills of the Netherlands
A Weekend in Athens
The Grand Budapest Adventure
Befriending Spontaneity: My Interrailing Journey
Reflections on a Year Past
You Can Travel Cheap
Cuenca: The Midpoint on the Map
Wrocław: The City of 4 Countries
Prague: Glimpses and Stories
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