Can you imagine a world without garlicky buttered shrimps?! That would be a world that is so sad and gloomy.
I love this dish!!! Stay sane everyone! Hahaha!
Can you imagine a world without garlicky buttered shrimps?! That would be a world that is so sad and gloomy.
I love this dish!!! Stay sane everyone! Hahaha!
I hate YouTube today. Can you just imagine this YouTube thing had the overzealous audacity to suggest a music video on my iPad that would stress, accentuate and lay emphasis on my being solo?!
How could you YouTube? How could you?! I am so offended because the song’s lyrics is so true in every sense of the word! Hahaha!
Good thing the beat and its remake rendition is so awesome, it indeed made me dance! I’m a goofball and I love Ben Rector by the way.
It is early morning and it is Valentines. It is early morning and it is Valentines and I am trying my very best not to be the grumpiest, old and solo living creature on the planet. I have been for the past years!
This day this year, I am changing gear and is trying to rewire my nutty brain. I chose not to be bitter. I am not the rebel heart this year for I chose not to maltreat those who loves celebrating this day. I was a success of not wearing all black today. And I actually was able to control my emotions of not kicking and smashing the Valentines heart designs in my gym last night!
Though living solo and celebrating Valentine’s today solo, I would like to put my bearing and my outlook on a very positive note. I will treat this year’s celebration on a more amiable light. Because of this, let me greet everyone who happens to read this post a very Happy Valentines! I hope you stay in love and celebrate this day all throughout the year!
Ayoko magpaka-ampalaya ngayong taon, para maiba naman!
February for me is more eerie and scary as compared to the Halloween month of November. For me, it is more disturbing and unnerving as compared to the Chinese ghost month of August. Reason being? It’s the sinister month when Valentines is celebrated!
With much resilience and fortitude, I was able passed through more than four and a half decades of scary Valentines celebrations. And though my chance of finally celebrating it with a partner may have started to further dwindle, I would like to stay positive. I am staying positive because I believe that everybody deserves a great love story.
And while I STILL wait for the most spectacular Valentine’s Day ever, let me just post my photos from my previous SOLO travel in Uchisar, the highest point in Cappadocia, Turkey.
And I hope that my upcoming love life shall be as spectacular, historic and as stunning as that of the Uchisar Castle of Turkey!
Balang araw! Hu yu kayo sa kin pag nagkataon! Hahaha!
Prior to doing an out-of-the-country solo journey, solo travel for me is tantamount to fear, isolation, risky, worry and boredom.
Though these concepts were at the back of my mind, my journey in Turkey was actually my third solo travel abroad. And one highlight of this Turkish adventure was my visit to the Turkish cotton cloud known as Pamukkale.
It has been a month yet I could still recall the exhilaration, joy and awe by the beauty and magnificence of Pamukkale. This huge and weird looking and shimmering show-white limestones along the mountain slopes are are such a view to behold.
And while I explore the rugged terrain on what Turkish believed to be solidified cotton and dip my feet to the warm calcium-rich spring water that drips slowly to the mountainside, I could hardly believe I was able to get there. This made me realize that solo travel for me now is synonymous to independence, freedom, inventiveness, self-determination, creativity, self-indulgence and boldness!
Kung ganyan kaganda, okay lang mag-isa. Pramis!
The Tourism Office of Turkey should pay me! Hahaha! This is because there has been quite a number of Filipinos (mostly my friends and relatives) who are now wanting to tour and visit this transcontinental country of Eurasia.
Turkish people should know that there seem to be some level of dreadful and critical image lurking within the minds of Filipinos about Turkey. May be it is the media responsible in doing so. It is because we Filipinos are only informed about Turkey when some bad or terrible new happened in that side of the world.
Actually, friends and colleagues were amazed to find out how beautiful Turkey is through the photos I posted in my Facebook and Instagram accounts. But their first question if they happen to meet me about my Turkey journey is if it is safe and secured. My usual answer? I was also hesistant on pursuing my Turkey journey prior to leaving Manila. But towards the end of my Turkish adventure did I realize that it is one safe, harmless and innocuous place that I have been to.
To further prove my amazement about Turkey, let me feature the explosively beautiful Pasabag.
It’s a valley with unique and astonishing rock formations where you’ll get a feel of Cappadocia’s striking and iconic fairy chimneys. The tuff stone pillars of Pasabag are easily recognizable. It stands at 10 to 15 meters high often with twin or triple rock caps.
Monks sought shelter in Pasabag after attracting unwanted funfair-like popularity after the public learned that they are some kind of a miracle-makers. To create shelter, monks would start by carving rooms for themselves at the bottom of the fairy chimneys and work their way to the top. They were said to only descend to receive food and drinks from their disciples.
With the “pasabog” (translation: explosive) beauty like Pasabag and all the other equally amazing spots of Turkey, I hope that this country would soon erase (or at least improve) their undesirable image among the Filipinos. I hope that this country would not remain to be like the monks of Pasabag who chose to be left unknown from the awareness of the itchy-footed Filipino travelling wanderlusts.
Yung makakating paa dyan, seyp po sa Torki!
Flying a hot air balloon seem far fetched and was never in my bucket list. It is because I keep my list achievable, rational and realistic. Though part of my bucket list is to visit the transcontinental country of Turkey, my flying a hot air balloon in Cappadocia was just in one of the plenty of things to do that I would not regret in case destiny would not let it happen.
And when I stepped on the tarmac of Kayseri Airport (after a domestic flight from Istanbul), I already concluded that flying the hot air balloon would be next to impossible. It was snowing!
Prior to going to Turkey specifically in Cappadocia, one travel tip I read in various blogs which I realized to be very significant is to book for a hot air balloon ride as soon as you arrived and checked-in in your hotel. Since hot air balloon ride is synonymous to Cappadocia, I suppose all hotels in Cappadocia has contacts to hot air balloon operators. A tourist must request/book for the soonest possible day of the ride because not all days in capricious Cappadocia would permit flying because of erratic weather conditions.
And since Cappadocia just experienced the first snow of the upcoming winter, I already gave up the idea that I would be riding the world famous hot air balloon in this part of the planet. The hotel owner told me that it would be impossible for operators to fly for the next couple of days. He nevertheless told me that I am booked on the day hot air balloon flying resumes. On when it is, only the weather knows according to the hotel owner.
But on the last night of my 5 days stay in Cappadocia while I was packing my bags for my return to Istanbul, the hotel owner was knocking on my door to inform me that hot air balloon ride resumes early tomorrow morning. That I got to be ready at 5:00 AM because a shuttle van will pick me up at the hotel so as to bring me to the site where all the preparations and flying happens.
When I told the hotel owner that I may not be flying anymore because my flight back to Istanbul is tomorrow after lunch, he gleefully told me that all flying happens in the morning and that I will surely be back at the hotel by 10:00 AM.
On the last night of my stay in Cappadocia, I concluded that part of the heavy snow that fell on my first day in Cappadocia must probably be fragments from a lucky star that were sprinkled by the heavens. I got to ride the hot air balloon!
When our balloon was landing on the plains of Cappadocia, I have already concluded that riding the hot air balloon was one of the unforgettable highlights of my Turkey journey. It was so surreal, the exhilarating experience was actually more than achieving and crossing out an entry in my bucket list.
Jusko, jusko, jusko! Salamat!
I stepped out of the store to look around, but I noticed that it was only me and the man inside who were there in The Love Valley, all the rest of the Chinese tourists has left along with their big van. Feeling like a captive, I muster the courage to inquire from the man inside if taxi cabs passes by that area of Cappadocia. He says never. He relayed in broken English that taxis that goes to the Love Valley are at all times with a passenger who rented the cab to be driven around the sites of Cappadocia the whole day.
With teary eyes, I asked the man if there would be a possibility to call a cab and ask its cab driver to pick me up in The Love Valley. Without any response, the man then stepped inside the inner confines of his store (for authorized personnel only area I suppose) and when he reappeared, a calling card of a taxi was in his hands. He then pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket and started pressing the numbers.
When the man ended his conversation in his mobile phone, he told me that a taxi would arrive in about 30 minutes to pick me up and drive me to my hotel. He then told me that the whole taxi fare was worth 30 liras. I instantly agreed with the price. I was actually willing to pay more than that! Hahaha!
The man then told me to sit, sip my tea and patiently wait for the driver. I instead, walked out and started to see again the beauty and magnificence of The Love Valley. I took another set of selfies of me with the valley and walked again inside the shop. I was so happy I wanted to buy all the merchandise inside the store. I could not control my happy feelings, I told the man that he is such an angel!
While waiting for my cab without any tourist or buyer around, the man and I got to converse. I learned that his name is Darius, he is a Christian, living by himself in Turkey and hailed from the Muslim country of Iran. He talked about how he misses his family back in Iran and even relayed how difficult it was to be a Christian there. And when the taxi cab arrived, I could not control myself but to give Darius a big warm hug! I whispered to his ear… “You take care and may God bless the people like you” before finally bidding goodbye.
While the cab was moving away from The Love Valley, I was humming Madonna’s 80s song entitled Angel. And when I was near my hotel only then did I realize that indeed an angel can appear in unexpected ways. And when I entered my hotel, I looked for the owner and thanked him for not letting me book the Red Tour option. He asked me why but I refused to answer. I gave him a nice smile and told him I need to get to my room to take some nap.
Yu mast be an eingel… Ay ken si it in yor ays…
I also noticed that there was no other person who was hiking during that time from Uchisar to Love Valley. After much contemplation and being so pissed off on myself for not just getting a cab from Uchisar, I concluded that maybe hiking in this area is only done during summer and spring time and never on the time I was there, the start of winter.
But when I checked Google Maps and showed that the remaining time for me to reach the Love Valley was only 5 minutes of brisk walking, I took a deep grasped and told myself that I will not die in that deserted place and can make it to Love Valley. And when a big stray dog barked at me and I saw a shed with a signage signifying that such structure is a store I started to grin. And a full gleaming smile emanated from my face when I saw a big van parked and a bunch of Chinese tourists alighted it and took photos of one of the most beautiful sites on the planet called The Love Valley.
I marveled into the erotic looking rock formations below the valley and upon scrutiny of these rock formations only did I understood why this valley is called The Love Valley. I took a couple of photos and went right inside the store because the temperature has further dropped.
The first thing I looked for inside the store was a chair for me to rest. And when I was starting to feel relaxed, only then did I noticed that the store is a souvenir shop manned by a neat and well-mannered looking man sipping a hot Turkish tea. I looked around for a possible purchase but instead of buying an item, I asked the vendor if the store serves hot tea like the one he was sipping.
The gentle-looking man confirmed then pointed me to a small and humble-looking dining table. In less than a minute, I was served with the tastiest tea that I ever had. And while sipping my hot tea, I searched Google Maps on how long would I have to walk again for me to return to my hotel.
And when Google Map indicated 55 minutes, I wanted to cry! I started blaming myself for agreeing with the hotel owner of not booking the Red Tour. I was finding faults in myself for not hailing a cab that can drive me to that place when I was in Uchisar. And I was starting to hate the beauty of the Love Valley. To Be Continued…
Last na yung susunod… Abangan!
When I checked-in at my hotel in Cappadocia, I was advised by the owner that Cappadocia basically has two major tour options. The Red Tour and the Green Tour. The owner advised me to book and pay for the Green Tour and that the Red Tour need not be arranged with a local tour company. He explained that I myself can go and visit the Red Tour sites since I have four days to spend in Cappadocia and that the locations of the tour spots featured in the Red Tour are within a good hiking distance.
He nevertheless warned me that the longest walk in the Red Tour option from one site to the next would take me about an hour. That was the walk from the rock tower of Uchisar to the sensual-looking rock formations of the Love Valley.
From my hotel, I reached Uchisar after a 40-minute walk. The walk was not incessant and continuous because I got to stop and do some detour so as to marvel at some of the most beautiful valley formations and breathtaking geological sites on the planet.
After getting around Uchisar and decided that I have to get to my next destination, I remember the hotel owner informing me about the 1-hour hike if I want to go to the Love Valley from Uchisar. This was confirmed when I checked the information at Google Maps.
And since I have nothing to do for the rest of the day but to gape and admire the natural wonders of Cappadocia, I gathered a lot of emotional fortitude and decided to walk my way from Uchisar to Love Valley. But in the middle of my hiking my emotional fortitude starts to wane and it is instead being replaced and overpowered by my physical feebleness. On the 30th minute of my slogging, my feet, my knees and my shoulders are starting to hurt.
Since my physical being is starting to fail me, the beautiful barren fields between Uchisar and my next site to visit has started to look like a severely distressing place to be at. All I wanted at that time was a commuter bus or a taxi cab to pass by so that I could hail it and pay the driver whatever amount he wants as long as he will drive me fast to the Love Valley. But except for one old rickety car that passed by, there was never a vehicle in sight during my hike. To Be Continued…
Itululoy… to bi kontinyud…