Phuket has been a frequent destination for me the past few years, but not really as a vacation destination. The first time I set foot on the “pearl of the Andaman Sea” I was there for a triathlon, and the next few times were work-related because the people who outsource writing jobs to me are expats based there.
After the initial novelty of traveling for sport wore off, I was determined to see more of the island than I had previously. Read more
Cagban Jetty Port, Boracay Island
I first visited the legendary island of Boracay back in 2007, and by then it was already well-known as a party destination. That first time, though, I was only out-and-about in the daytime and really got to know the island as a place I could just lie on the beach, listen to the waves, and get a nice tan while sipping a fruitshake.
Of course, in the years that followed I got to know the island’s wild side. As I matured and wised up, I began to crave what I had first known and loved. But everyone who’s been to Boracay lately will say the same thing: unless a major upheaval happens, there is no going back. Big hotels have built right on the beach, and Boracay’s main road is congested with multicabs, tricycles, and service vehicles. It definitely feels like Manila sometimes, especially in the summer when everyone from the city heads there.
But maybe I could reclaim parts of the old Boracay, if I tried hard enough? Read more
First of all, sorry for disappearing all of last year. I have been otherwise active on KikayRunner.com, but no matter how much I post on there, it can’t really contain all my thoughts as a person who loves travel, pop culture, and basically writing about other things that interest me.
And so I’m making a resolution that in 2016, I will write more here about the places I travel and the things I see. It will be a return to journaling, which is why I started this blog in the first place. It wasn’t about capturing and holding an audience’s attention by feeding them facts, making them think, or inspiring them — although those were great by-products of great writing. It was really about having an extension of my memory on the internet (or “in the cloud” as people now say) so that I could look back on these experiences fondly and perhaps learn how best to move forward.
I now think of In My Pocket as a scrapbook. Regardless of how long ago the things I will be writing about have happened, there will always be value in putting them down “on paper” — or, as it were, into the ether.
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