Oh yehess baby. THERAPY!!!
yes, i believe so.
busted camera, no photos for a while…
It seemed as if I was the only one on the beach for miles in either direction.
…because the last time was when she went home last year and that is much too long for an islander.
life.is.good
Rode into Cauayan a day early for their annual Lubay-Lubay Festival
Gut feeling drove me off the highway into a smaller concrete road. Concrete, yes, but only for about 50meters then it dropped off into this more-dust-than-gravel road.
After a few kilometers of this stuff, I asked for directions then turned back into the highway. If I had stuck with it for a few more kilometers, I would have ridden through a town I haven’t been through before.
…so this is a reminder to stick w/ my instincts a bit more the next time.
Woke up at 6am but it would be an hour ‘til I was out the gate. I had to do a few things that I should have done the night before.
I ride out through the early morning haze, a mixture of the heavy January night air yet to dissipate and the smoke from the wood or charcoal fires from some of the houses.
rode a 100+km to take a dip in the ocean, its “more fun in the phils” that way.hehe
more photos tomorrow, i promise
— Jiddu Krishnamurti (via cleopatracomnenos)
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Artisan Piaya, Organic Native Robusta Brewed Coffee and Mascovado Sugar at Fresh Start Organic and Natural Store
Ever since they released their artisan piaya, I always drop by their store for one or two. So addicting
Robinson’s Central Citywalk looks bike friendly and I’m hoping it is. Fresh Start is at a far corner, near the parking lot. I might roll by and have a quick brew on my way home.
…but I’m now on Strava and this thing rocks. I don’t know why it took me this long to sign up, either.
(thank you, @rhodeskc)
Everybody has their own epic and this is mine: Bacolod to San Carlos via Don Salvador Benedicto.
150kms, 3 vertical kms of climbs, in 8hrs on the saddle…most of it in 38x27 w/ @presidents The National mix for company.
Amihan, the northeast wind
…blowing the smoke from Victorias’ sugar refinery horizontal and threatening to relegate me to the small ring in the flats.
postride
relaxing at my lola’s (now my tita’s) small garden w/ a thermos of green tea