Almost a month ago, I went on a travel assignment north of Manila to a couple of provinces. The theme was nature and adventure and if you’re coming from Manila or Clark, there are a lot of choices just a couple of hours away, from Pampanga and Tarlac to Zambales. (Update: Here’s a link to that magazine article)
I finally tried to learn how to surf. Tried. But I think I ended up mastering the art of falling into the water. Get on the board and then fall again. Which was a far cry from another water activity I tried the day before, the bandwagon, where I refused to fall at all. It appeared to be a breeze–just sitting down on an inflatable couch while it gets pulled by a jetski–but I ended up screaming my lungs out, holding on for dear life so as not not to get thrown off into the water, and wondering what the hell was I doing. It’s no surprise that what I most appreciated in the trip were the times I ended up having to do nothing. Oh, age. You make me want to just chill, stare at sunsets, and maybe have a massage.
In the small village of Pundaquit in San Antonio, Zambales, you can do some of those things.
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It’s been so long–too long–since I’ve ventured outside the city. This post is a breath of fresh air! 🙂
Thanks, Piers… now I say, road trip, road trip! 🙂
At least you tried to surf! A lot of people wouldn’t even dare!
Finally wanted to see what it was like and it was also all for sake of the magazine story! I figured either being able to stand on the board or falling of it all the time would make for an interesting anecdote, hehe.