If you see this post, which I am making during a wet, 7degC Shanghai weekend morning, it means I’ve successfully switched webhosts. A few things on this blog may not work at this time.
The view from the office building entrance
I’m not in the Philippines right now, as I’ve started new employment this week where I used to work 5 years ago. Cold weather is cold here, though its supposed to be springtime already.
There’s something about ‘being hip’ that doesn’t sit well with me. Sure, I sometimes file myself under the ‘cooler-than-thou’ category, but I always allow myself to deviate, and embrace what most of these young Tumblr folk go gaga over. Most especially if they come in very sexy packages.
I think it happened late last year when I started my metal scene coverage when I got curious about the Mocha Girls. After looking at their photos, watching a few Youtube videos, I got it.
The only other time I found myself in an inter-island ferry was when I assumed the role of a photographer’s assistant, from Cagayan de Oro to Camiguin. Having settled myself in the airconditioned area of the Bohol-bound Oceanjet ferry, I deemed it satisfactory that I didn’t opt for the open area. Again, the picture-taking mood wasn’t too persistent.
I left Kaloy’s place, just a few minutes away from University of San Carlos, with an hour to spare. When I told the cab driver I was headed to the pier, he made the claim that it would probably take us an hour and a half of travel time, considering weekday morning traffic. I got to the pier in time, anyway. With two donuts for nutrition, and a ferry population that appeared to consist of 40% Japanese, 20% Korean, 20% Chinese, 10% Caucasian, and 10% everyone else, I was off to the the real solo segment of the birthday trip.
I had to put an end to uneventful, severely disappointing birthdays, so a few weeks before December, I got myself cheap plane tickets to Cebu, and had arrangements with old college friend and dormmate Kaloy to crash at his family’s place for a few days. Once I let friends in on my plan, they suggested I take the ferry to Bohol. Sure, I thought to myself, not a bad idea, since I haven’t been to either place.
Oh, and why Cebu? The photo below takes a good chunk of that decision: