Kudos to my wandering mind, my inner nomadic soul is now unstoppable. Few months had passed and I found myself, on a habal habal ride on a rocky trail, on a Bangka dancing with the raging waves of the pacific, on top of a jeepney traveling on the highest highway in the country, eating unlimited oyster with fellow backpackers, exchanging travel stories on a hostel’s common area, etc.

[POSTCARD]

1. Mountain, Clouds and the Sunrise

2. Just one of those Islands


		
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