kuhang jaime

30th Masskara Festival

2009-10-24T21:29:00.005+08:00

Mt Pinatubo with AMCI Batch 2k6

2007-11-29T22:51:00.000+08:00

JAMCI 2007

2007-11-29T22:34:00.000+08:00

Kibungan

2007-09-17T18:21:00.000+08:00

Malabrigo Point

2007-09-16T13:21:00.000+08:00

Malabrigo Lighthouse

Lobo, Batangas

Sept 15 2007

Anawangin, Zambales

2007-09-16T13:09:00.000+08:00

Anawangin photos

Mt Kibungan Sept 22-24 2006

2007-06-08T01:29:00.000+08:00

They said it was a pretty cool mountain. When i saw pictures of it, i had to go. This was a Training Climb (TC4) for the 2006 BMC trainees where I am training director. I wanted this to be TC3 so more members could join. AMCI board thought otherwise, They preferred Ugo. How many times have these people gone to Ugo? And how many more times will they do that again?

No offense to TB. Mt Ugo is a pretty cool mountain. In fact this was the first mountain i had climbed, ever. And i knew nothing about the sport. I joined a photographer friend who was already climbing with the PNB mountaineers. Of course, being new at this, i brought more photo equipment then mountaineering. It was an experience.

Now, Kibungan is different. Walls here and there. Steps. Steps carved off the rocks. Rope handrails were there for climbers to hold on to. One wrong step could cause a fatality.

I had volunteered to be sweeper. In my group were Paulo & Joyce. Aries and Aileen joined us, although they were just trainees then. They had completed the 3 required training climbs but i was able to convince them to join this.

Day three, everyone had packed up and began the day's trek. I decided to stay for a little while longer. me and my group, that is. We went over to a cliff overlooking a very large portion of the mountain range. They called it the view deck. Very appropriate, since you could see everything from here. Even the group who started trek an hour earlier.

There was no pressure at all on this climb. Everybody was doing well. The team's pace was fine. Something everybody looks for from the regular city life. Thats why i climb.

Care for some Roti?

2007-06-08T01:21:00.000+08:00

Care for some Roti?

Twelve midnight and i'm sitting in my hotel room watching TV. I had been window shopping all evening and had forgotten about dinner. Looking out of my hotel window, the lights of the streets have not died down. So i figured i'd go down and look for a quiet place to eat. I've tasted the chinese food at Jalan Alor. I wanted to try something else. Walking down Jalan Pudu, i find a local restoran and have some chicken fried rice and a cold tea with milk.

"Want soome roti pesang? Or with beef? Or chicken?"

"What?"

"This." Pointing to the freshly heated dough on the 'hot plate'.

I've always wanted to know what that was. And why some people i see mix it in some curry sauce of some sort. I also did not like the idea of how they cook it - mashing and stretching (by hand) to get a consistently slim paperlike piece of dough. Remember the way, as kids we'd play with clay dough and flatten it with our palms? Yes, that way. Letting it cook on the hot surface, just enough not to be brittle. Then, leave it on the stove some more to cook.

"Ok, let me have a piece, please. The plain Roti" Will try something else some other time.

The next day, i'm having roti for breakfast at the hotel. And then at work with some friends. If in Pinas we had the pandesal, here, they have their roti.

Palaui road trip

2007-04-03T09:38:00.000+08:00

Looking down the cliff reminded me of my visit to the Batanes islands. the sight of a fifty meter cliff keeps me close to the railings and on solid ground. There are two islands a couple hundred meters away to the north. And in between, rough, white top waves. Passing by the channel an hour after, was one of those boatrides where we really had to hold on. Cape engano is on this northernmost tip of the Palaui island. It serves as a beacon for seafarers. a 30 meter structure stands tall and overlooking the coast.It would be nice to talk some history about this lighthouse, but i am no hostorian nor am i a writer. I just like to make short notes about my trips on the shallowest level. That way i dont have to write anything complicated or get myself in trouble.

From the cove, it would take us a short 30 minute trek. We arrive here and meet Arnold, Odie and Fred. They are here for their second night camping. And it must have taken them two something hours from the island port on the other side of the island. We would leave them to try their luck, again, at another sunset shoot. The weather and the clouds were not on our side this time.

The boatride around Palaui showed the various characteristics of the island. On the north is the open sea. Only Camiguin and Fuga is 4 hours north on rough seas by boat. The inner coast had reefs and beaches both for diving and snorkling. Some areas have been designated as fish sanctuaries and therefore offlimits to any activity. Game fishing has so far been the common sport among the island's visitors.

Amiboy and his two boatmen prepared breakfast of Sinigang and barbequed fish over an open fire at beachside. We let them do their thing as we went around the beach to shoot anything that would catch our eye.

The day started out slow and dull. But it picked up a bit when we got to the Angib beach on the mainland. After circling Palaui Island. The weather was warm and the tide was setting out. The beach was 'ok'. Clear waters, white sand and not too much trash. Anna didnt like the seagrass though. I brought along my snorkling gear just in case we find an exceptional place to use it. For now, it was kept dry. We did not visit the snorklng areas we were told about. Again, that’ll be something to come back for.

Back at our lodge, we'd download photos taken for the day. It was a Good Friday and no people were around. And Mel's restaurant was closed for the day. We were allowed to cook our own dinner though. Maybe if we had known, we might have been more prepared. So, we had to have our dinner somewhere else. We rested early in preparation for the next day's long drive back to Manila.

As we were about to leave, we had a really long chat with Engineer Cortez. Apparently, He owns the guest house we stayed in. He also has a fleet of buses that plyed tuguegarao to sta ana. And best of all, was planning to put up a beach front resort. Now, all we need are kayaks and a very knowledgable tour guide. This got us thinking that we'd really be back soon. Of course, we had to put on the table some ideas that we'd like to have in the resort.

The drive back home was very long. We had to head back a day earlier than what we had planned. My trip to Malaysia could not be adjusted. So, maximizing the time and holidays we had, I would get 6 hours of rest before I had to be at the airport. Thats another story.

Daguldol

2007-03-14T11:12:00.000+08:00

San Juan, Laiya, Batangas
Brought first time climbers, Janina and Myki to Daguldol. What an experience!!! for them...

We started early in the evening. Four of us with the help of a local guide, made it to the campsite by 1030. It was drizzling. The ground was muddy. Janina was tired. But it was an experience for the four of us, never having climbed here before. Thanks to Aries, the mood was always fun and lively.

Back down the next day, we stayed at La Luz for lunch and some R&R. Beach, Snorkling and two dives at one go. Lunch was great!!! Salamat Nette and the assistant chefs. Lets do that again. Next time, without the Daguldol part.

28 Kilometers

2007-03-01T09:31:00.001+08:00

28 Kilometers into the run and I am about to let go of the three who I hung on to since the Nagtahan bridge. They were much stronger, more in shape, looked older, and definitely runners. They kept a conversation going while i struggled to catch my breath and stumble from time to time while trying to keep pace. They had caught up with me 8 kilometers into the run where i was running alone. I decided to stick it out with them for a while and picked up my pace. I am running at a speed i knew for a fact would tire me sooner. But in a draft like this, changing pacers keep the group running further and faster. As the kilometers wound down, i realized how much help a running group can do. I gave up the chase when two of them signalled they were going to pick up the pace. After a few minutes, the third guy eventually realized i was slowing him down and signalled he was going ahead as well. Or maybe it was just that short glance from him that gave me the idea.

Now i'm on my own. But i will not give up now. I am 14 short kilometers away from the people who said they would wait for me at the finish line. 14 kilometers away from a goal i have been preparing for for the past five months. Besides, my time now was better than i had expected. The morning sun was cooperating and stayed low behind the clouds. I am alone again. My training runs only lasted up to this distance.

I have now collected 13 colorful bands, distributed on strategic locations along the route to ensure we're on the right track. Or that no short cuts are taken. The amci support people who are on bikes were visible. But now, there is only one. The others have gone back to the slower AMCI runners needing more of their assistance.

This C5 stretch of the course is where i have always had trouble. In my past marathons, the morning sun had was already up and blazing hot. This time it is still low enough for it to be a sweet pleasant morning. I have to get through this stretch before the heat turns up and becomes unbearable.

I don’t like running. I like biking, trekking, swimming, skin diving, scuba diving, table tennis, photography, darts, billiards, travel and even collecting stamps better. But then, i would rather run than play badminton. What i like about running though, are the results; I can do all the other activities with ease. It’s also a fun way to "leave all your troubles behind".

Anyway, four kilometers to go and Vicky is at one of the water stations handing out cups of water to participants. I gave her a little shower from the cup she handed out to me. We were all in an excited mood now. A short while later two other friends on bikes, tintin and jaycee come to heckle me on finishing. They were unprepared to do the marathon this year so settled for the 10k run earlier.

Runners, who join a marathon for the first time, aim at just completing and coming out alive. Of course, this is talking through my experience. After the first race, me and some friends slept the whole afternoon at Miguel's place after some noodle soup. I was aching all over but glad i survived.

The next race, i had a timed goal. It wasn't just to finish but to do it in less than four hours. I was prepared then, and almost missed it by a couple of seconds. Seconds, no kidding!!!

After a couple 10k races, you should become more familiar with your personal pace and running techniques. At this point, you should be able to approximate within a couple of minutes how long a race would take you. There is now no sense in joining a race unprepared and without a time goal.

What i do: I set a time goal to finish the race and train for it.

85. That’s the numerical order i come in among the 42k runners. I am 4 minutes short of my goal. Oh well, so much for that. There's always next year...

Running Thoughts

2007-02-24T16:47:00.001+08:00

I'm running and I’m excited. I have never run this fast before and i feel i could run even faster, but not now. In due time. Maybe next year. Maybe NEVER.

Four months ago, i decided I’d start training and see where I’d go from there. It was going to be tough; work, mountaineering activities, photography and some so called friends. Everyone had to be satisfied but prioritized. I have to admit, i might have put one in front of the other unintentionally, or did i?

It’s late in the evening when i should be having dinner, watching TV or on my computer figuring out how to work this Photoshop software. But i chose to run, Dinner and Photoshop can wait until later tonight. I am now up to ten kilometers per run and i think i should be doing more, at least that’s what I read in the training programs. I have a month and a half to go.

A couple of friends, who i have conned to running in the evenings with me, run at their own pace. I try to heckle them in running faster to take my mind off the boredom off the run. But they'll just smile and give me a tired look.

A couple of days after, I have now surpassed the 15k and now work on doing 20K next week. Ten days before the marathon and i am doing my 25km runs at a decent pace to break my past record of under four hours. Progression of the training has been fast. Too fast that i am afraid will be my failure in the end. But i like to think that everything will be fine.

The training days have come and gone so fast. A day before the race and i am biking. A little later, swim to keep my mind off the run. But technically, it'll get my cardio and mind up in preparation for tomorrow.

Three times, i have finished the marathon. The last two, under four hours. I was talking to a friend a couple of days back. And i do remember doing a 26 miler way back when i was in the sixth grade, i think. But i couldn’t consider that a race since i walked most of the way with a neighbor friend of mine. An aunt even offered us a ride, but we wouldn't. I remember, after crossing the finish line, i got home and jumped on my homemade go-cart and drove off to play in the clubhouse.

My thoughts for tomorrow's race... I did not reach a 35k on my training runs. My average pace is 12.25. I never trained to run during the day when the sun was up. I am not prepared. We’ll never be ready. But being optimistic i think I am looking at 3:50:00 or better. 3:50, because i do not expect to be running the whole time. If i were, I’d come in at 3:26:40. But that’s like going to happen only in one of those fantasy movies. So, for now, let’s just hope for the best.

Ambaguio-Akiki 17-21 January 2007

2007-01-30T16:07:00.000+08:00

38 hours of trekking. 20 hours of bus and jeepney rides. A full pack of shelter, clothing and provisions. All spread out on five days of cool and calm weather. Our destination was Mount Pulag. A journey which would take us from Bayumbong in Nueva Ecija to Baguio City via the Ambaguio - Akiki trail.

The fun part of traversing the mountains is that you'll never know what to expect- land slides, bad weather, medical emergencies, equipment malfunction and getting lost. So, in preparation, expect for the best but plan for the worst. We were lucky.

Days one and two had us counting waterfalls, hanging bridges and waiting sheds. The sights were wonderful but this was probably the most uneventful time of the climb. We had accomplished to tire ourselves of the long trails, trekked with our headlamps to light our path and condition ourselves mentally, for the cooler climb ahead.

Day three was going to meet up with the second half of the team joining the climb to the National park. We were more relaxed, more rested as we got closer to day three campsite. We even took our time to cook lunch and rest at the grasslands camping ground. The planned campsite for day 3 was at the saddle, past the summit of Mt Pulag, a good hour-thirty of walk from the grasslands.

With lots of time to spare, the team rested at the saddle. Pitched camp and prepared our hot dinner. The saddle is an open area where the wind comes from all directions and adds the bite to the already chilly weather.

Sunsets at Mt Pulag are always a treat. On the summit, as you scan the horizon, 360 degrees of mountain ranges. The sun sets, the temperature at the valleys drop and create oceans of clouds around the neighboring mountain tops. A sight so unreal.

This was an Induction climb for the members of the BMC 2007 who were not able to join the first. We had set our sights at Lumot-Sumagaya in Mindanao. Everything was set except that the board felt that we needed more members to join the induction. So, they scrapped it altogether and dictated Mt Pulag instead. An induction clmb is what it is and just as long as you enjoy the climb, thats all that matters.

The new members got inducted on day four at the summit of Mt Pulag. The golden rays of the sun came up to greet them. Spectacular!!! I have been on this summit at sunrise a couple of times and its always the same. Not too many people wake up to a sunrise as wonderful as this.
Trekking down Akiki trail is one experience you shouldn't miss. A bright rainbow shown in front of us as we were decending. The Local DENR calls it the killer trail. It’s a killer to the knees, thats what it is. Some of the members of the team were complaining of dead toenails. I'm just glad that was the worst that happened.

Day four campsite was at the Eddet River. There was a pool in the river where we could soak our tired bodies in the freezing waters. This was the rest we had all been waiting for.

The last day was just a short three hour trek and a wash-up area. The jeepney ride to Baguio was long though. We got to Baguio in time for dinner before I got my bus ride to Manila at 10pm.

Batad Dec 1,2,3 2006

2006-12-08T12:30:00.000+08:00

3-day holidays are hard to come by. I had originally wanted to spend it in my dad's hometown, Anda, where i could catch some sea breeze. We have a place there, a fishing village but we do more of coconut plantations for copra. When i'm there, i like to have my coconuts fresh and cool.

Wait, wait, wait. We're going to Batad! and i thought i was going to have some hammock time. Batad is a nice, quiet place i could get used to to run away from the city living hassles. Cool weather, fresh air, slow pace and clean mountains.

It was me, za, nette and ai (aileen). We met a loner at the bus station, and since he was going our way, we kind of intruded in his solitude. I dont think he minded though. Also on their way to Batad were four other friends. yes, we were to stay in the same Inn but had a diferent itinerary. Jette, Cat, cynthia and Haiya were on a photo safari of some sorts.

Our day one was the waterfalls. a good two-hour trek down the valley through rice paddies from Simon's Inn. Back in the Inn, we got to know Axle more by sharing all the wine and liquor we had.

Day two was a long trek to Cambulo. Took us almost 3hrs to get there. Axle was trailing because he brought his pack and had planned to stay there overnight. We would meet him the next day in Banaue for the bus ride back to Manila. We had our Lunch at the inn in Cambulo. Rested a bit before returning to Batad.

From Batad, there is a 2hr trail to Bangaan. We left early morning on day 3 to catch a ride to banaue from bangaan. Turned out this trail had a really nice clean view of the mountains. The locals had estimated that it would take us 3hours, Ntte proved them wrong. That was after she was complaining to me consistently about the pace i led on the trail.

When we get to Bangaan, i said, we'd wait for a bus or jeep to bring us to Banaue. On Sundays, there are no buses or jeeps that pass through there. I was wrong. But just like in the movies, the group of jette were topload on a rented jeep going to Mayuyao. We were on the same bus to Manila so, we figured, we'd join them to Mayuyao.

Mayuyao, A place i had biked to from banaue three years ago with a stranger. Now, I see and compete against Robert a lot at adventure races and marathons. It took us the whole day to bike there and back to Banaue.

I remember the rice paddies were so green then. We were not as lucky this time. It was not planting season yet. Jette tried the local chew tobacco though, and made a video of it.

Going back to Banaue, we caught up with axle at the 5pm bus. Just enough time to do a little souvenir shopping and a quick meal before heading back to Manila.

2006-09-12T16:26:00.000+08:00

A Day to Ambuklao

It was a Friday and it was Dennis' birthday. I was doing some work in Olongapo, so i decided to call him up. We had a couple of drinks but had to call it off when the bar closed. ;) No, we did not have too many, just lots of conversations from a friend who had to move from Makati for work. I had to be in Baguio tonight but my bike was in Makati.

My other AMCI friends were doing the Baguio-Halcema-Ambuklao-Baguio bike route today. A route i suggested in lieu of the Baguio-Ugo they had planned. The AMCI BMC were on their day two of the TC3 Ugo lead by Fabulous Tonyboy. Everyone was supposed to meet in Baguio Sunday night.

I was in Baguio by 8pm (bike in tow) and met up with Dennis (coming from Olongapo) and Shai. The bikers arrived Baguio an hour earlier from Ambuklao. "Was i doing that tomorrow alone? Lets see" There was a party of sorts in the Ayala Guesthouse and we 'had' to be there. As usual, drinks all over but i had to get up early. Their stories of the ride was fun and the more i wanted to do the ride tomorrow. After a couple more drinks everyone was out by 2 (or 3?).

6am. Everyone was still down and out. The weather was cold, it was freezing. But it looked like a good day for biking. So, i got my camera and bike and started off with my journey. It wasn't anything special or anything like that. I've passed by this route a couple of times on a few occasions before. It was just that, today, no one will be there with me.

Nothing much to talk about actually, maybe just some thoughts crossing my mind during the ride. Shai was kind enough to load my hydration pack before i left. Got to Trinidad valley and had breakfast at my favorite Jollibee store.
For the first twenty kilometers, it was all uphill. Nothing much to notice along the road, or maybe i was too preoccupied beating myself to reach the km18 post. Km 18 is the jump-off and the start of the 30km rocky downhill road. Came across a few locals along the trail. They were kind of nice and smiling. I was confident enough to be alone because i know the local dialect and would not have a hard time communicating.
The downhill ride was exhilerating. If i go too slow, its not going to be any fun. If i hit a big rock, my tire gets a flat. If i dont watch the upcoming traffic, i could go under. If i loose control, i could fall off the bike at 40kph. If i miss the turn, i could fall off the cliff. I did say a long prayer before i started. I prayed for a good day of safe biking. For all the bike experience i have had, i know (by now) how to be on the safe side. And a great day of biking it was. While you guys were having your fun at Mt Ugo, i was taking myself to Ambuklao.

Something so small that would seize my attention. Would you notice a small patch of tiny flowers amongst the vast mountain range? I had to take some photographs... The views of the passing mountains were beautiful. Something to stop and absorb the view and let sink in. The Ambuklao reservoir water level was the highest i have ever seen. Here, the water is being released to control its water level (and i know this because...). These were some of the times when i wish some of my friends would have been there to join in the photos. i brought my tripod this time, and i had to use it.
The whole trail wasn't all fun though. I took it in as part of the ride. Of the 77kms i had logged in, about 30kms was riding the bike uphill. It was more of a mountain actually. And to compile to the agony, it had to start raining. It was the long ascents that was really annoying. Coming to the end of the ride, i was just filled with anticipation and excitement. That just around the corner, would be the last climb.
I was just kidding myself, and i did that for an hour and a half. Something i had learned during my full marathon races, 'take it one portion at a time'.
Eventually, it was a really good day for a bike ride. A sense of fulfillment for me. Of course, there will be more rides to come and more trails to discover with friends. Once in a while, i do long for the solitude. To get focused on the challenge and work things out single-handedly.

A visit to say farewell.

2006-09-04T03:28:00.000+08:00

I will never know where we will all end up. Here is a trip i would have enjoyed more in other circumstances.
KL was more business than pleasure. Three weeks of technical stuff i would rather discuss in another topic in another lifetime. The free time i had was spent in solitude. I do not know if i will ever be back again; if i do visit this place again, plan it to be more of pleasure with close friends. Then again, things might have worked out for the better. Will find out soon. The sun does not shine here as it does in manila. Taking the kind of photos i am used to was as difficult as shooting in the rain. But i had fun shooting when i could.

The petronas Twin tower is a beautiful site. It took me two weeks and a couple of visits to the Suria KLCC mall before i could finally take photographs. The building is magnificent. Up close, its just so huge and covered a large portion of my viewfinder. An organized stack of glass and stainless steel, up in front of my eyes.

No visit to Kuala Lumpur is complete without visiting the central area. Here, you can get lost and find your way to familiar places. Well, sort of. Chinatown, Little India, a few filipino voices here and there... eateries on the sidewalks. All of these, a walking distance from each other. Of course, St John's Cathedral is also in the vicinity.
How could i ever get by without transport? Eight LRT lines and fleets of bus, and if you cant find one nearby, there's always the teksi. Honestly, transport is affordable, but i did the walk when i could. KL Sental is here. All the LRTs and trains that make up the transport system is in one location.

The world's tallest flagpole is here in KL also, just across the street of the Supreme Court on Jalan Raja. The Supreme Court is decorated with lights, and when you visit it at the right time, see how really nice the lights blend in with the building and the sky.
A few minutes away from the business centers, The Batu caves were not as far from KL as i had imagined. The long walk up the flights of stairs werent as hard either. But the visit was pleasant. I felt peace and solitude.

I did not get a picture of the Menara KL. I purposely left it out. Something to come back for, and more.

Leaving KL was with a heavy heart. Life in another country where not many friends are around tend to bring out the adventure and survival instincts in a person. Bringing into mind that there is a purpose in all that you do. But the choices are yours. What you decide now will affect your future in all its fate. Trust your heart because it will bring you places.

AMCI Kids' Camp '06

2006-06-12T00:13:00.000+08:00

Its been a challenge organizing the event for the children. The AMCI Mountaineering Club, Inc. has done this event annually for four years now, and every camping out with the kids has been a fun experience.
The kids experience a 3-sorey rappel, a mini adventure race, outdoor camping and a lot of fun games.

2006-04-27T11:01:00.000+08:00

Dragonboats at Manila Bay
I asked Rey one day if i would be allowed to shoot one of their training sessions. I got to know Rey through a cycling egroup where one time, he posted a message describing his route from QC to CCP where their team trained. What got my attention was how he described, in detail, how portions of his route came to be.

I too, am into outdoor sports and have always wanted to try Dragonboat Racing. But as a photographer, being in the action is all I can think of.

Their morning starts with warm-ups and training tactics. As we load on the boat, I am praying I don't tip the boat over. But the team is very considerate and accommodating. The training goes on in sprints back and forth with rests in between along the bay.

If you are looking for a good workout, I strongly recommend you try this out. I love how well they work together as a group. And individually, they are just so focused ahead but very evident also working to synchronize with the team. Their Intensity is just so amazing.>

Here is a light moment in between their sprints. Or maybe they just got a little distracted with me in the middle aiming my camera at them.

This is the UP Dragonboat team.

2006-04-10T16:24:00.000+08:00

Sagada in January 2006
Hopped on Frank (Anna's mini Pajero) with Lorraine, Anna and Mae. Our journey begins as we visit Sagada. It is Lorraine and Mae's first time here. Normally we would just stay at a place near the town proper. But Rocks Inn is new and we thought we'd give it a try. We were not disappointed. They have a large orchard where we can pick the oranges ourselves.

This is the entrance of Sumaguing cave. One of the most visited caves and sites around Sagada. Other sites to see are Echo Valley, Burial Cave, Big falls, their church and a lot more. Dont forget to pass by the yoghurt house and sample their menu.

photo by: Lorraine
Our short vacation was over and it was my turn to drive. Lorraine figured out how to work the camera and fired away. A common site along the roads here in the Mountain Province, she captured this in three shots.

2006-04-09T23:07:00.000+08:00

An Interview with Romy Garduce after Aconcagua...

Interviewed by Toby, Romi Garduce is at the North Face Store in the Power Plant Mall.

2006-04-09T12:45:00.000+08:00

Eusebio Polar Adventure Race June 18 2005

Teams plan out routes and tactics prior to start of the race. Race started and finished at Mega Mall.

Teammates Rienzie, Miguel and Tricia with writer friend Toby (in brown shirt) sharing a light moment before the start of the race.

Crossing the finish line is a high. Still full of energy, teammates Miguel and Tricia are ecstatic.

Finish Line photo opportunity. In adventure racing, having a strong team sometimes is not enough. You have to know your teammates' strengths and weaknesses.

2006-04-06T21:02:00.000+08:00

Whale watching in Pamilacan May 2005

Off the shore of Pamilacan Island, tourists chance at observing dolphins or pilot whales.

Along the Loboc river, the Nuts Huts

Resort watches ferries pass by as their passengers have their meals.The Loboc Church stands in the way of a bridge under construction. Unfortunately for the bridge, The church had its way.

In the Antiquera public market, baskets are waiting to be picked up for distribution.

The Bohol Bee Farm. An assistant points to the queen bee in one of the honeycombs they cultivate.

2006-04-05T11:39:00.000+08:00

Testing the New Balance 890 model