Road to 42: Training has begun

Wednesday, November 26, 2014 0 Permalink

I can't believe it's already been more than a week since the Zevenheuvenloop. I barely had time to savour my first race because we went straight back to work the day after, muscle pain and all. When we got home Sunday night, Robin opened a bottle of Barolo from Lidl to celebrate our first venture into the running scene. I was too tired that I was only able to take a sip and then crashed in ...

Autumn scenes in Duivelsberg

Monday, November 24, 2014 0 Permalink

Twenty years ago I contemplated on writing a novel called The Leaves Are Falling, My Love. It was inspired by the fallen leaves I would see at the Quezon Memorial Circle where I'd often go for dates with my ex-boyfriend. Of course I didn't get farther than the second chapter but my fascination with autumn started even before I've experienced one. Needless to say, autumn is my favourite season. I think it's more beautiful than spring ...

#7HL: Conquering the hills of Nijmegen

Tuesday, November 18, 2014 2 Permalink

My biggest fear for this race came true. It was raining! Not a tropical downpour but the typical Dutch rain - drizzling, unending drizzle all throughout the day.  I did not not bring my running rain jacket. I did not even bring an extra running sock. From the moment I looked out the window on Sunday morning and saw the rain, confirmed by the weather report, I knew that my first ever race would be ...

Dreams: 2015 edition

Thursday, November 13, 2014 4 Permalink

None of these photos pop out on my list of "things to accomplish before I am 25". When I was younger, my dreams, although they seemed impossible back then, were simple. And I have accomplished all of them with not a few surprises in between. One day I've realized that I have stopped dreaming. That's what adult life does to you. You are more aware of risks and consequences and that youthful audacity fades away slowly ...

Running: The race novice

Thursday, November 6, 2014 2 Permalink

Next week I will be running my first ever race. I am skipping the 5km and the 10km because I am not planning to collect medals. I am gunning for the 15km in the Zevenheuvelenloop happening on November 16 in Nijmegen, a course than runs through several hills, thus the name, which literally translates to Seven Hills Run. When I began running this year, I never really planned on joining a race. How I came to ...

Restaurant FG Food Labs, Rotterdam

Tuesday, October 21, 2014 1 Permalink

Until now, I still can taste the deep flavours of melt in the mouth porkbelly I had for lunch at FG Food Labs last Friday. That kind of dish that can blow you away in its simplicity can only come from a Michelin chef. And until we were seated I didn't know that FG Food Labs is owned by the same chef at FG Restaurant in Lloydkwartier - Chef François Geurds. I recognized the logo when ...

Weekend in Texel: Finding refuge

Wednesday, October 15, 2014 2 Permalink

I guess each of us has that one place where we run away to when our spirit is at their lowest; a sort of refuge where we know we would be healed. My travel schedule had been crazy and I don't mean that in an exciting way. My body has not been able to recover from my weekend trip in Paris so when I flew to Stockholm, my stress level shoot up. This usually manifests in ...

How are you doing lately?

Friday, August 29, 2014 1 Permalink

Really, right now I should be writing a travel article for my magazine and an advertorial for a client (excuses to my editor and my client). Instead I am blogging. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to switch from that mood of writing for an audience in mind and just writing, diary-style. Maybe there should not be a difference between the two. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, I don't know. After last month's African ...

In North Africa’s highest peak: staying at Kasbah du Toubkal

Thursday, July 31, 2014 0 Permalink

I was relieved when the 4x4 finally pulled up in front of Kasbah du Toubkal's office in Imlil, one of the many small villages in the Toubkal, the highest peak in the Atlas Mountains of North Africa. All throughout the whole 80 minutes drivc from Marrakech to Imlil, I was holding my breath and praying for dear life not to end that day as we navigate the narrow dirt roads leading up to the mountains. ...

Unchartered territories

Thursday, March 27, 2014 2 Permalink

I was about to start Dostoevsky's Demons when I decided to write this nagging entry. Last week, on the way to Plaza Espanya, I found my old passport stuck in the tiny pocket of my hand luggage. I don't often use this hand luggage so this passport has been here for years until last Friday. Seeing it again flooded me with so many travel memories so I kept it in my hand bag for several ...