Silay. The city that sugar cane built. Me. Traveler on foot.
Usher me, your passerby.
Bacolod to Silay. I’m hopping town, see.
Ooh. Another explorer? Purrrrr-fect. How do you make a living in this city?
There is no need for temples. This is my simple religion. (Dalai Lama)
Life Lessons from Mahjong: Make your life a more memorable affair than your funeral.
“Please Leave Your Footwears”
What does a feeling sounds like?
Longing for the sweet smell of burning leaves.
I can’t speak Hiligaynon. Smile will be our language.
Happiness is a warm puto.
Meanwhile, on the pavements of Rizal Street..
The baffling world of Pinoy transportation.
1.5 meter shot
What is the city but the people?