To meet the last tattoo artist Fang-od in the village of Buscalan, one has to board a bus to Tabuk for 12 hours, and take a 3-hr ride from Tabuk to Tinglayan. Ride from Tabuk to Tinglayan There are regular trips from Tabuk to Tinglayan at 7 and 8 in the morning, but since misadventures seem to love us, we missed both trips. At 10AM, we stood at the jeepney stop waiting for any form of transportation. I asked around
Month: September 2012
Photo from here The arts were not a huge part of my growing-up years. I stared at paintings without a vague sense of its depth, I saw ballet performances on TV and switched channels, I never tried to scrutinize minute details of sculptures, and the only theater play I thought to watch live was The Sound of Music (only because I loved the movie as a child). The first play I watched was Nick Joaquin’s The Portrait of the Artist as Filipino
There is absolutely nothing that could go wrong with a 12-hour bus ride. Or so I thought. Earlier this year I took a smooth 13-hour bus ride to Tuguegarao. I boarded the bus and slept all the hours away. This time around, it was a different story. It all started with a plan to go to Kalinga with a new friend we’ve met at Batad. I called Victory Liner a day prior to the long weekend and the representative said
This post is the result of Thursday night’s thoughts on cooking. Photo from http://www.zazzle.com You see, cooking, next to dancing well, is at the bottom, of my skillset. I have cooked a few dishes in my life but I would rather eat it by myself than share, except for some some occasions when I prepared something more than a bowl of instant noodles for others. Yesterday, in an attempt to lessen dining out and make my food intake a little bit