The Philippines: A Video Diary
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Life is so beautiful. This world is so beautiful. There’s so much to do. So much to see. And we’re so young. What a waste life would be if we didn’t follow our hearts and do whatever makes us happy? … Continue reading
It’s been less than a year since I took the big leap. Life hasn’t been the same since in the best way possible. It was just an idea to do all of this. To quit college. Quit my job. And … Continue reading
“Travel is never a matter of money but of courage. I spent a large part of my youth traveling the world as a hippie. And what money did I have then? None. I barely had enough to pay for my fare. But … Continue reading
Press play and repeat. Australia turns into liquid and runs through my hands. I’m leaving Melbourne and in five sleeps I’ll be on a plane to Kathmandu. As with all goodbyes and transitions, there’s a distinct flavor of bittersweetness. … Continue reading
Press play “I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that … Continue reading
Play me first Our wandering Cambodian family has separated and everyone’s going off on their own paths again, pulled by different cities, islands, and towns in different counties. The end of another era. I ride a bus back from Sihanoukville … Continue reading
“One fine day, it will be your turn. You will leave homes, cities and countries to pursue grander ambitions. You will leave friends, lovers and possibilities for the chance to roam the world and make deeper connections. You will defy … Continue reading
I’m excited to announce that I have been nominated by world-renowned travel photographer, Elia Locardi to participate in a photography blogging contest that he’ll be judging on called Explore The Elements. Click here to read his post. “Welcome to the Thomas Cook … Continue reading
Press play. Coincidences. One of the most important things I have ever learned in my life, is that there is no such thing. I believe that things happen and people come into our lives, for whatever reason no matter how … Continue reading
Play. Frieda was here two years ago. She was the first one of a bunch who told me about this place and said I would fall in love with it. And when someone you love and adore tells you to go somewhere … Continue reading
Play me first. I’ve written this from many different places, fragments of time that is now memories embedded into words. As I write this sentence I’m in a Cambodian island called Koh Rong. It is Christmas day and I’m sitting … Continue reading
Press play first. One week, two islands, and eleven kindred spirits. Here’s a glimpse of our journey. Top photo by Noelle Hilario Here’s to the sun chasers. Barefoot, salty haired, driven by the tides of the ocean and sand grains. … Continue reading
As I write this I am sitting on a cafe balcony hovering over the shores of Bingin Beach in Bali, watching bodies float up and down with the currents, watching shadows riding the waves as the sunlight cracks the … Continue reading