Ordinary things that make life extraordinary.

Ordinary things that make life extraordinary.

Category: Sights

Shadow Shot Sunday 008: Virgin Beach

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Went to Virgin Beach in my hometown of Capiz for my son’s birthday. White sand, blue waters (yellow tint is actually a result of enhanced saturation level after editing), very few people… that’s how we wanted it to be. We had Virgin beach all to ourselves and my son had a blast!

shadows on the beach Love the shadow of the coconut tree… it is as if extending towards my son (left) to give him shade. On the shore and under that comforting shade, we shared a hearty lunch of seafood freshly caught from the same waters and peddled to us by the fishermen.

It was a good day!

Wordful Wednesday 006: Future jet pilot


Two weeks ago, we had an opportunity to visit Clark Field in Angeles City. My younger sister’s boyfriend took us all there because it was my mother’s last day of visit in Pampanga.

Clark Field used to be a US air base in the Philippines. Recently it has been transformed into a theme park of sorts. The place is wiiiiiiide and huuuuuuge. There were playgrounds and several choppers, fighter jet planes and anti-aircraft gallery scattered around the area.

My son loves everything about planes and choppers so this was a wonderful time for him to be able to see the “real thing”. He was so excited he wanted to climb aboard this jet:


All I know is that children are allowed to climb aboard these aircrafts to have a feel of what is it to be like inside. Unfortunately, there was no one around we could ask. My son was disappointed but still, he wants to be a pilot when he grows up.

That’s great, son, whatever you choose, we will support you.
Now let’s ask your father how much he has saved now for your college education! lol.

Wordful/Wordless Wednesday 005: When my son and niece met the ostrich


Didn’t I tell you my son and niece are here? My mother arrived last week to accompany my son. Turned out, she couldn’t leave without Beebop, my niece, who is inseparable with her so she had to bring her along, too.

Anyways, over the weekend, my younger sister (I currently share the apartment with her) and her boyfriend took us all out. We went to the zoo, much to the children’s delight. They were so excited to see the animals, especially the feathered ones. They learned about ostrich at school so when they met an ostrich for the first time, they were animated! My son was talking non-stop. You can tell from the picture, yes? My niece was a bit hesitant to go now but after a few minutes, both of them were feeding the ostrich.

Signs,signs 005: Road safety commitments


This sign is required by the Kenyan government to be put up in all vehicles:

I saw this sign in a matatu on my way back to Lukore from Mombasa. I just don’t know how much success it is getting though because for one, matatu drivers still drive like maniacs and there are times I saw drivers on the phone while driving. Seatbelts? Huh. Helmets? Hmmm… occasionally. I wonder how these are being monitored…

Wordless Wednesday 009: Rainbow connection

You are reading another automated post as by now I am in my village continuing my community work. Monsoon season already started a month ago and it’s been non-stop. Well, when it rains, it really pours! One afternoon I got out of my hut after a two-hour pounding of rain, I noticed the locals were chattering noisily, obviously excited over something. When I approached the group of young mothers just a few steps away from me, they shouted at me to look at the sky. So I followed their pointing fingers and voila!!!


What a beautiful sight to behold! I can understand the excitement. It’s one of those simple moments you feel the grandeur of God’s creations… it definitely left an imprint in me.

Wordless Wednesday 008: Mating

Please excuse the absence of current posts here. I am a bit lost in a flurry of field activities. Not long ago, I just came back from Nairobi from a meeting and yet there’s another meeting looming again, on May 19th for a mid-term review. Again, one local representative from the cooperative will be coming with me for this mid-year activity for all Volunteers and partners.

Anyways, this is my entry for this week’s WW.
Spotted in one of the trees inside while on a trip to the Gede ruins. Some of us stopped to take photos of these crawlies and I could only imagine how embarassed these two must have felt while we were taking their photos in, uhmm, horizontal position *lol*

Wordless Wednesday 007: Ancient tree

One of the many old, old trees that covered the Gede ruins in Mombasa, Kenya.

Two weeks ago, my fellow Volunteers and I decided to spend our weekend together. We went to Gede ruins near the coastal town of Malindi in Mombasa. Gede ruins is a 12th century Swahili village that was mysteriously abandoned some 600 years ago for unknown reasons. It is now a national park  and the ruins are now overgrown with beautiful forest trees, such as this huge baobab tree. The place reminds me so much of the temple ruins at the Angkor Wat complex. It may have lacked the grandioseness of the temples in Cambodia, the Gede ruins give visitors an eerie atmospheric feeling from the massive trees with mangled branches reminiscent of Ta Prohm temple. The Gede ruins continue to attract tourists from everywhere.

Wordless Wednesday 005: Gibbons

Another wildlife I met while in Lake Nakuru.

Matatu, Kenya :: Lan-taxi, Cambodia

Please excuse the huge silence. I am quite busy these days with my work in the field but the hot temperature here in the  coast is hampering my ability to think things straight. Anyways, on nights when I get bored and only when there is a network signal, I check my mobile phone to see if my elder sister is online just to while away the time. Luckily, she’s online most of the times and talking to her eases the stress.
One time we got to talking about how I travel to and from work. Of course, there is the ever-reliable matatus. A matatu is the most common mode of transportation in Kenya; they are mini-vans (locals call them Nissans) or mini-buses that leaves several times daily to rural areas when it is already full. These matatus remind me of Toyota Camry taxis in Cambodia where I used to work. The vehicles used are second- (or third or fourth, you imagine that) hand , but don’t let it fool. A matatu is equipped with powerful car-stereo systems blaring hiphop and African favorites. This along with the shouts of the driver and conductor and the screeching of brakes, are enough to numb ones senses.  Just like its Cambodian counterpart, a matatu, more often than not, is filled way  beyond its capacity. When seats are full, you, unfortunately will have to stand with almost nothing to hold on to. Your body is pressed against others around you so close that you can smell what they had for breakfast (or lunch, or dinner, depending on the time). You begin to realize now how it is to be like a sardine inside a tin can.
Now, just like its Cambodian counterparts, a matatu ride is not for the faint-hearted. Matatu drivers, once they start driving, transform into pedal-pushing madmen – oh so very, very fast. Not to mention, matatus often compete for more passengers to be picked up along the way, I can only mutter a simple prayer and thank the heavens for the brakes to work properly. With this kind of driving everyday, I wonder how often these vehicles break down in the middle of the road and, if at all, these are sent for a regular auto repair, or perhaps, whether drivers take heed when the check engine light indicator is blinking for attention.
Every time I get on a matatu, I get mixed feelings. I feel that every matatu ride is  a different experience and, despite the initial scare from the daredevil speed, it is helping me to see Kenya and Kenyans in another light. More on this later.
Photo from the internet.

Wordless Wednesday 004: Baboon

One of the wildlifes I’ve seen on my first trip to Lake Nakuru – a beautiful baboon.

Wordless Wednesday 003: Twin towers


“Errmmm… Hello! You rang?”

Wordless Wednesday 002: Outnumbered

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