Maastricht is a city located in the south of the Netherlands and it is pretty! It’s such a charming place that’s chill and relaxing!
Here’s the bookstore that was an old church. It made me want to build my own bookstore slash church hahaha
Bikes are everywhere! It’s zoooo Dutch so I decided to take a photo!
Ze town hall
Ze center
New building
BRIDGEEEEE with the riverview + 2 boats that are actually coffee shops (where you can get weed) muhaha
Where the big H&M is!!!
Random guy I just took a picture of who smiled for me. Teyhey
PRETTY RIGHT!!! I’m still debating on whether I should study here or not but it seems like such a nice city to be in :)
Boracay 2012, yacht + fierce mode
Fix the gym thing
Workout
Pack
Plan the trip
Cut hair
Have hair colored til the roots
Buy some boots?
Watch some shows again
Teach my grandfather how to use the iPad
Bum bum bum bum
Sometimes we must go up, to know we belong on the ground.
Sometimes we bow, to know why we should stand.
Sometimes you have to be apart to know you belong together.
Sometimes we need to see something small, to know what is great.
Sometimes to know what is right, we need to see what is wrong.
Because sometimes, you have to see, to believe.
What six months of long distance has done to us…
Carlyn took a photo of me that reminded me of my old baby photo! So I decided to put it side by side. Thoughts?
Went here during one weekend in January. The plan? Leave Friday 9pm, get to Banaue Saturday 6am. Arrive back in Manila Monday morning 6am for class at 8:30am. And on a quick tight schedule we got to Banaue!
The bus ride wasn’t all so bad. I was seated beside three Indian guys and Nelie. And that night, they ate in my house before we went to the bus station. I told them that the breaded meat on the plate was breaded chicken breast, and while they were busy eating I started to pack. When I got back and took a bite of this breaded chicken breast, I began to discover that they ate pork. THESE INDIANS NEVER EAT PORK, especially Athi who only ate chicken. I couldn’t help but feel bad and guilty but then I couldn’t really say anything cause I was too embarrassed AND they seemed to be enjoying the food (cause they kept getting more and more of the breaded chicken breast.
FAST FORWARD to the bus rides. Indian guys taught me lots of bad Indian words. YAY TO HINDI VOCABULARY! Here’s a few that I still remember.
1. Maderchod - motherfucker
2. Bhentchod - sisterfucker
3. Gandmeidanda (?) - stick up your ass
4. Chutya - idiot/fuck off. I forgot.
5. Sunidara - come here
6. Bhentchod, sunidara - come here, sisterfucker
7. Beivokuf (?) - stupid
And I confessed to them about the breaded chicken breast mishap cause during dinner I kept laughing with Nelie and of course, they were wondering. HUHUHU I felt guilty BUT thankfully they weren’t mad and they even found it funny. I guess. Hahaha.
SO WE GOT TO BANAUE AND YAY THE RICE TERRACES!
We hiked around 2 hours to get to our lodge in Batad… that was the start of hiking hell! Don’t get me wrong it was really pretty, but I have clumsyfeet and I fell a couple of times.
Then after arriving, we had lunch and started hiking at around 1! We went for around 2 hours going down really steep stairs to finally reach… the waterfalls! Then we hiked back, got there around 5pm, and had a reaaaally long dinner (cause the kitchen kinda took long) then went for some cultural exposure!
Next day, we just went back, had lunch and looked at some viewpoints in Banaue, including probably the most famous one at the back of the P1000 bill! We were also playing the game Mafia in the jeep. We were incredibly noisy, shouting cause Mafia is an incredibly political game where people start fighting and guessing and woop. But it was fun!
THEN FINALLY THE BUS RIDE HOME AT 7pm!!!! Unfortunately, our bus broke down… so we kinda went weird for an hour jumping around on the streets. Then when we got back to Manila…. I went to school. So excited to go see more places!
