Our ride to the world's largest bat colony is the highlights (for me) of our Davao tour. This cave which houses millions of fruit bats is the prettiest and foulest thing I've seen. I can't remember asking if you can enter the cave, but maybe you can if your nose is strong enough to endure the pain.
It's been a long time since my last trip (and it's been a long time since this trip happened, and it's been a long time since I updated this shit), and I was super excited about discovering another beauty again. I guess it's the least I can do to my dear country; explore her and show the world how pretty she is. Actually, I just had to get out of the city; take a break, and breathe some fresh air. I was about to lose my head.
There's supposed to be an image of a cat right here, sleeping inside an aquarium.. an empty aquarium, but I can't figure out how to get it from this stupid tablet's folder. I was thinking of a nice intro but my frustration killed it.. not that I have thought of a nice intro, but it's a good excuse, right? right.
So I visited my family in their new house which is now farther from the city.. quite far, actually. But it doesn't matter, I don't live with them anyway. And maybe that's what my parents need; a place that is far from any pollution and stress.
It's only been three days since they moved when I visited that some stuff were still unpacked (I think they're the same unpacked boxes and things when we last moved to our last apartment). One of those unattended thing is our aquarium which stands at the stairs.. next to the window. It's a perfect spot, but it ate a lot of space.
Early this morning I was obliged to use my umbrella which I haven't used in months. I thought I was never going to need its assistance because it doesn't rain that much anymore (not that I'm complaining), but since it's already rainy season (technically).. it's weird.
Normally, we get a lot of rain from June to November, until December.. mostly the entire year, actually, because it also rains on January and February. But it all changed; we're getting a lot of sun lately, and it's so fucking hot!
It's not my fault. I didn't wish for that to happen, no matter how many times I say "I hate rain! I fucking hate it!" I would never wish for rain to stop showering us with her love during her period.
So what's this post all about?
Nothing. I just just want to share with you this lovely photo of the most colorful umbrellas I took in Pahiyas Festival. I don't think writing about the festival this late would be a good idea, sooo maybe I'll just, you know.. make a dumb post.
I can't remember what he was preparing but I do remember that we waited for more than an hour for our food which gave me the idea of taking his picture. I was sitting next to their kitchen window, and I was seeing everything that was happening inside. I think they're cool and collected.
I think he was cutting fish or some shellfish.. notice the huge basin of ice on his side. I think this black and white version of him is prettier.
I caught two hummingbirds in this branch of whatever plant this is somewhere in the Garden. Uh.. yeah, the Gardens by the Bay. I wasn't able to include this in the A-Z Challenge because it's a black and white photo.. and the black and white link party I know happens every Sunday which is a rest day for the A-Z Challenge participants.
Today is the last day of the A-Z Challenge, and I'm glad it's finally over. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every minute of it.. sharing my experiences abroad. I knew choosing this theme would give me a hard time, but I had no any other option.
And now that it's over, I can freely watch my favorite shows or movies at night without worrying about posting for the day; thinking of titles to fit the alphabet and topics and whatnot. A lot of times I drooled in my keyboard.. that was really gross.
Now, it is going to be the first and last time that I will use this word. Zingy. It doesn't even sound appealing, but the streets of Singapore are.. especially that area where we waited for our bus going to Genting in Malaysia.
It rained that night. It rained hard. Each of us had umbrellas, but we had to walk a very long stretch of those streets I have no idea about under the rain. I fucking hated it. Then I learned that my brother hates rain as well, or maybe he just hated it because his socks were soaked, as well as their luggage. They had one carrying around and his clothes were in there.
This young girl reminds me of some local celebrity.. a very young version of her. I caught her running around our backs while we're resting from exploring the whole garden.. playing around. Her dad was calling her while I was shooting her, so I backed away, but the little girl came back. I think she liked being photographed. or maybe she just loves to play around.
Another young and beautiful is this young girl on her bike with her dad at her back keeping up with her. I've shared this many times before but I just love this shot that much you might still find her in my future posts.
Xenia is the ancient Greek concept of hospitality, as per Wikipedia. It's the generosity and courtesy shown to those who are far from home and/or associates of the person bestowing guest-friendship.
I don't have a topic for x and I wasn't able to post yesterday because I can't think of any, and I'm blaming my laziness for that. I copied the description straight from Wikipedia, and that's so embarrassing. But I cannot skip X, so maybe I'll just leave this post like this.. looking like shit. sorry.
Genting, they said, is one of the coldest parts in Malaysia. I was also told that it's colder than Baguio and Benguet, so they advised me to bring a thick jacket, thick long sleeve shirts, and leggings and a pair of shoes which I don't have. Yeah, I only had my usual flip flops and sandals.. they were laughing at me, actually.. but what can I do? That's all I have. But I had to see for myself to agree.
I've arrived in Baguio at 4 or 5 in the morning, same time we arrived in Genting. It's nothing compared to how cold Baguio is, especially in the morning. I had to layer clothing to survive in Baguio with a really thick jacket, a thick sweatshirt and a shirt underneath. It actually felt like I had to add more and/or double my pants but I wouldn't be able to move freely if I did that. While in Genting, I was only wearing a long sleeve shirt and a shirt underneath, and of course a pair of pants( I figured I should mention I was also wearing my pants). I don't know if I'm used to cold weather, but it really wasn't that cold.. but it's foggy.