Tawi-Tawi is the southern most province in the Philippines with roughly 300 surrounding beautiful islands in the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao. Although I was only able to visit a few of these islands, from what I saw, this is an almost untouched paradise.
Restlessness had set in after four hours of seeing nothing but the endless Pacific Ocean since taking-off from Santiago. Finally, a faint trace of Easter Island -- Rapa Nui to the Polynesians and Isla de Pascua to the Spanish-speaking -- materialized and relief engulfed me.
Every now and then there is a person who flits into your life and leaves an indelible impression, even though often the timing is trivial and inconsequential. At other moments the timing seems immaculate and almost ordained, as it slips into place amid a set of circumstances beyond your control.
I was curious about the art and science of bee keeping in these mountainous regions, and soon began to ask questions. I was told that honey was only taken from the wild by raiding the bee’s nests in the trees of the forests and amongst the crags of the hillside slopes.
I believe there is one other thing a person should do passionately, and that is travel. The best education you can have is to travel far and wide. After all education is not about filling a bucket, but about lighting a fire.
I felt like a newborn, jolted awake and alive by the stinging strike of the unquestionably cruel, Patagonian wind. Nothing prepared me for it, no matter how much I had read or heard about it. 70 kilometer-per-hour winds assaulted me, stopping me dead in my tracks, even bending my symmetry to its will.
The ring of fire officially starts here. Hardly surprising at all that this was Peter Jackson’s choice for the land of Mordor in his visual epic The lord of the rings. Spectacular yet bleak and grim all at once, it was just the place I imagined a dark lord would settle in quite nicely.