Also, be a Local!

Tayid Lighthouse

I used to hear this “Don’t be a TOURIST, be a TRAVELER.

I know I haven’t gone far out nor have an expertise in traveling.  But let me share with you what I’m trying to achieve.   Be BOTH. And in addition, Be a LOCAL.  

Racuh a Payaman (Marlboro Country)

Be a Tourist, that you find everything amusing, whether it be a random local road sign, a sidewalk mural, tourist spots or museums. Things will be overwhelming and you will be grateful for each.  Take lots of photos and videos with you.  Who cares?  If that makes you happy, do it!

Be a Traveler, that you are always ready to try their food, immerse in their culture, and converse with people.  Be welcoming and enjoy everything that’s new to you.  A deep sense of appreciation will floor you and you will realize that these experiences will be with you wherever you will go.  You know that a part of you will always be there.

Be a Local. This is what I enjoy the most.  Have the feeling that everything you are experiencing is foreign but at the same time, it’s nothing new at all Learn the words and phrases they speak.  Use it in your conversations with your ‘co-locals’.  Though you will exert an effort to make it natural, it will all seem effortless. (Paradox, isn’t it?).  Be one with the people, the culture and the place; that all your heart will utter, ‘Welcome home. ‘

Much love, support, and respect. ๐Ÿ™‚

Your local, Ivatan ๐Ÿ˜‰

P.S. This was inspired by our Batanes trip two years ago (November 18 – 25, 2014).  

Allow me to share with you some of the pictures we had in the paradise. ๐Ÿ˜‰


One of the most emphasized values of Ivatan, HONESTY.  These unmanned stores’ slogan is ‘Have Faith in Humanity’.  Trusting people to do the right thing and pay the right amount.  Wonderful, isn’t it?

North Batan Tour

(A little bit rainy and too windy welcoming Batanes)

South Batan Tour

Exploring Basco City

Sabtang Island tour and Vuhus Island

Beautiful Paradise!

Beautiful souls, Thank you!




I feel so close to you,

When I look through this scope,

I know that’s not reality,

And all I can do is hope,

So I step back,

Trying not to look back,

But you are so mesmerizing,

Why do I keep on coming back?

Even before this supermoon,

You know you always make me swoon,

Tell me, when will be the next time?

After 68 years? Oh man, I’ll run out of words that will rhyme.

14 Nov 2016, Supermoon at 7:21 pm


How long is it,

Days, nights, weeks, months or maybe years?

Why do you count,

Keep track of all the smiles and tears?

Will it matter,

Have records of now, before and after?

Why not let go,

Let memory take charge of what things to remember, 

And when and how to forego?

Leaving Your Island

Im running out of words,

The feeling is indescribable,                               
Im sorting out the thoughts,                      

I just don’t know if I’m capable,

It was close to ‘Touch and Go’,

And probably ‘Now or Never’,

There’s no appropriate response,        

But don’t consider the word ‘Forever’, 

I’m letting this fleeting moment pass,  

I have surrendered and have chosen not to ask,

So I’m leaving your island, I’ve already made up my mind,                                

Know that before the sun sets, everything will be left behind.