Bicol Express…

Funny title though, my last visit to Bicol was a really quick one. So I thought of using the title: “Bicol Express”. And it’s not the famous dish, it is my less than 24-hour stay in Bicol since I just had to check on some important things work-related and then I’ll be back to Manila the following day.

I remember the days when I was a little girl, Bicol in my innocent eyes is stunningly beautiful. Not to forget mentioning that mountain with the perfect shape of a cone.

-Courtesy of Wikipedia-

I went there several times with my parents, by land, by air, by bus, by train. I can still recall, the stop-overs made the trip a little more exciting.

Visiting Bicol then is like a habit which is hard to break. Here’s sharing with you some memories of my childhood days during Summers spent in Bicol.

One of trips in Camalig, Bicol..I guess I am 9 yrs old here…
We needed to rest after the long hike..foot of Mayon volcano…papa on my right, mama’s the one sitted at lower right, my cuz on top..
Tiwi hot spring…some area are with exposed lavas, dip in raw eggs, take it out in seconds, and you’ll be surprised to find out it’s cooked already…that’s how hot it is..

I heard it is already a National park now…

Tourist guide claimed that big stone was a lava..

Unraveled Tiwi hotspring. Hiked on the foot of Mayon volcano. Ventured as spelunkers in Huyup-huyupan cave which has a cold feel (air-conditioned like feel) inside.

While this short trip, the last one I had after 25 years was so tiring, i literally dozed off in my hotel even if we’re supposed to have dinner outside eyeing Small talk cafe as suggested by bloggers I’ve come across with. Only to realized it was already the morning after when I saw more than 10 missed calls the previous night. Oh well, flying thrice a week from one place to another isn’t only exhausting, it is something my body can’t afford. Am I that old already? I’m only 30 something! ahaha! My body seeks some rejuvenation and without asking me, it did.

The only favor I could do for myself before leaving are the Pili nuts.


I recall as a child, we used to eat those that are still in their shells.

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My papa, without using a nut-cracker, will open it DIY, and most of the time it’ll fly and mama and I will try to catch it faster than the other. It was a good time with my folks and we will all laugh on ourselves. The fresh ones are tastier than those that are sugared. I made sure to buy for my loved ones back home. Lots of them. Because hitting a town meant goodies for colleagues too. I bought those in bottles, the sweetened ones and a plate of “Laing” that’s being sold outside the airport .

I also had the chance to ask the vendor with her infectious smile as to how to impeccably cook “Laing” bringing me to another discovery. That I can mix “Dinuguan” with coconut milk too.

Legazpi airport…

Time flew so fast, it’s time to go.

Before boarding, I lovingly stared at Mount Mayon. More than 25 years have passed. She is still amazingly beautiful…

A painting of my uncle who gave us the chance to see how beautiful Bicol is. I guess he painted this when he is still young…



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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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