ODYSSEY MAGAZINE - JULY 2023

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THE MYSTICAL CAVE OF ANTIPOLO

UNVEILING THE URBAN WONDERS ALONG LRT-2

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EDITOR

John Lloyd Aleta

ASSOCIATE EDITOR

Eirene Manatlao

DIRECTOR OF DESIGN

Bella Dela Merced

GRAPHIC DESIGN

Bella Dela Merced

CONTRIBUTORS:

Marge Nicole Baldo

Krizzia Mae Cundangan

Bella Dela Merced

Merry Nizza Llanto

Mayen Medroso

Ashly Nabus

CONTRIBUTING PHOTOGRAPHERS:

John Lloyd Aleta

Marge Nicole Baldo

Krizzia Mae Cundangan

Bella Dela Merced

Merry Nizza Llanto

Eirene Manatlao

What Railroads and Their Histories Tell Filipinos, According to Expert

A history professor traces the past of the Purple Line as he traced its roots and noted intriguing facts surrounding every station.

To some people, traveling is only a means to an end. For instance, they would ride a train and arrive at a specific station in mind. Such a thought isn’t wrong, though, for railroad transit systems such as the Light Rail Transit (LRT) connect different places into one route, making travel more efficient and hassle-free.

But according to Prof. Elisor Guieb, MPS, history professor and faculty extensionist of the Polytechnic University of the Philippines, these railroads and transit systems inhibit hidden historical and cultural impacts on Filipino society. Such impressions, he said, could be seen from the LRT’s messy early blueprints, the naming of its stations, the areas its rails go through, and even its proposed extensions. But where did it start?

Tracing the history of Philippine railroad systems points back to 1878 when a transportation official from Spain proposed a streetcar system

for Manila. It sought to connect areas of Binondo, Intramuros, Malate, Malacañan Palace, Sampaloc, and Tondo through the concession of Compañia de los Tranvias de Filipinas. But when the Americans occupied the Philippines, the project was granted to the Manila Electric Railroad and Light Company, or Meralco, before it transitioned into an electric power distribution company. By 1924, at least 170 tram cars would service the city’s 220 thousand inhabitants. When World War II broke out in the Pacific, the Japanese forces damaged the tram network beyond repair, leaving Filipinos with only the modified jeepneys of the US Army to serve as their primary transportation. The return of buses and cars to the streets post-war, considering the damages left by the Battle of Manila, meant a problem in traffic congestion. It would take three more decades before the Philippine Government, through the recommendation

and funding of the World Bank, planned the construction of today’s LRT Line 1 in an attempt to curb the congestion. In 1988, the master plan for LRT Line 2 got approved. However, it would only materialize as a project when construction began in 1996 until it was finally declared operational in 2004.

These ups and downs in Philippine railway history, according to Prof. Guieb, are a testament to the bureaucratic challenges that the country faced in creating a mass transit system.

“Overall, the lengthy development and corruption-based anomalies that the railways faced reflect the kind of government the Philippines have. During the Spanish period and the American time, as indicated in my thesis, we were described as having the second-best transportation system in Asia— second to Japan,” he said. “But after World War II, the government couldn’t sustain the modernity and

progress of the LRT stations, unlike our Southeast Asian neighbors with their transit systems.”

But despite “the lack of proper planning” and numerous obstacles and delays, Prof. Guieb said the advent of the railways, particularly of the LRT-2, still provides Filipinos with a glimpse of cultural mapping.

“Cultural mapping is portraying an image or interpretation of a location based on its contribution to the progress and development of itself and its surroundings,” he explained.

According to him, the LRT-2 system tells a unique narrative as it serves as the connecting bridge between historically and culturally significant places.

“This is where different values, beliefs, and behaviors conjoin. If you are from the eastern extension of the LRT-2, the rural knowledge and experiences that you bring from Antipolo station will clash with the lively commercial communities near Recto station,” he added.

Recto Melting Pot

Recto Avenue, once called Calle Azcaraga, can be considered Metro Manila’s “Melting Pot of Culture.” Being the center of trade, commerce, education, and historically significant events during Spanish rule, Prof. Guieb believes it is not surprising that even now, it is where people from all walks of life come together, bringing a colorful and diverse community.

“That place is very diverse. The rich and the poor, people of different orientations and perspectives— this is where they collide,” he said.

The station is named after politician Claro M. Recto, who witnessed Filipino society’s colonial overlordship transfer from Spanish to American hands. Prof. Guieb compared the historical change to how different cultures and perspectives meet, intertwine, or disconnect on Recto Avenue, given

that it is a convergence point between various places within Metro Manila.

Political Legarda

Compared to dimly lit Recto, Prof. Guieb noted how Legarda station has a more uptight atmosphere. Named after Filipino legislator Benito Legarda, the culture of Recto blurs into Legarda’s political background because Malacañang Palace is near the area.

The palace, he said, was intended to only be a resting house of the Governor-General during the Spanish period, with the seat of power originally being located in Intramuros. But during the 19th century, the government transferred to Malacañang instead to minimize damages in natural disasters.

Legarda station, he said, is where many people disembark, particularly students going to nearby schools or those heading for España. It is also near Mendiola, where radicals and activists gather to speak and fight for issues needing the President’s attention. These activities and landmarks contribute to its political nature, he said.

Purity of Pureza

While Recto boasts its cultural diversity and Legarda speaks its political significance, humble Pureza serves as a meeting point for both Legarda and V. Mapa stations. Meaning “purity” in Spanish, Pureza fits a cultural interpretation of the place, according to Prof. Guieb.

“If I would give it a cultural interpretation, I’d say that Pureza balances the political events of Legarda near Mendiola and the rich historical aspects of the next station, V. Mapa,” he explained.

He added that the role of “purity” between these two stations contributes to the overall historical contexts of LRT-2.

V. Mapa Revelations

Of all the stations, Prof. Guieb considers V. Mapa station to have the most controversial and historically significant past that only added to the in-depth narratives of the purple line.

A common misconception in the PhilippineAmerican War, he said, was that the first shots happened on San Juan Bridge. But in the film “Heneral Luna,” the absence of a bridge or a river during that scene baffled many. He clarified that the movie was the historically accurate version because the shoot-out happened near Sociego Street and Kalye Silencio, near V. Mapa station.

“The historical inaccuracy surrounding the first clash between the Americans and the Filipinos was corrected. I think the erection of V. Mapa station near Sociego Street and Kalye Silencio—the original and true locations of these events—contributed greatly

to this,” he added.

Heroic J. Ruiz

J. Ruiz station is named after a Katipunero who worked alongside Andres Bonifacio during the first battle of the Katipunan in Pinaglabanan. He may not be as famous as their leader or the national hero Jose Rizal, Prof. Guieb said, but he should be remembered as one of them. Naming the station as such also reflects the voices of those in the lower rungs of society and their power to change the course of history.

Prof. Guieb mentioned that the narrative of the country’s identity should not only be in the hands of well-known individuals. J. Ruiz station symbolizes that not only those in power can etch their names into history, but also the unknown fighters and unsung heroes who died for the country.

Affluent Gilmore

Areas under the railway hint at elitism as the stations move closer to its central point, Prof. Guieb said. It becomes evident, especially how the station’s name comes from Eugene Allan Gilmore, a professor who became the vice-governor of the Philippines during the American occupation and had contributed to the planning and overseeing of the country’s development in the era.

He associated Gilmore with the rich, considering many wealthy and affluent families live there. Interestingly, he said, it heavily contradicts the historical and humble influences of V. Mapa and J. Ruiz stations, which bounds LRT-2 to social diversity.

Humility in Betty Go-Belmonte

While it is commendable that such diversities are present, Prof. Guieb said it should not stop at having the presence of different social classes altogether— changes must happen too. Such an idea, he said, was

well-embodied by Betty Go-Belmonte, the woman whom the station is named after.

“We all know that Betty Go was the woman who founded the newspaper, Philippine Star, and even though she is among the privileged people in our society, she kept an open mind upon the issues and injustices in the country,” he said. “This proves that deriving these places’ names from Betty Go-Belmonte and Gilmore signifies the role and responsibility of the middle and higher class to uplift and support those in the lower class.”

Passing by Araneta Center-Cubao

Being the central terminal of the LRT-2, Araneta Center-Cubao station is a core of commerce and a convergence point for various types of people, much like Recto station. Dubbed the “City of Stars,” Cubao is famous for its shopping districts and entertainment

venues and is the home of two major broadcasting networks in the country.

Prof. Guieb said Cubao’s highly-urbanized aura contrasts those of Marikina-Pasig and Antipolo stations, where it becomes closer to the rural provincial areas.

“In my opinion, Cubao station represents a transition towards the east, where the people and the places become less urbanized. But as we go further with such a shift, it can also become a symbol for many Filipinos desiring change—not just in their lifestyles and environments, but also within themselves,” he said.

Streets of Anonas

Aside from former President Elpidio Quirino’s naming scheme, there have been beliefs that custard apples, or “anonas,” grew abundantly in this area, hence the name Anonas Street. From that street came the origin of Anonas station’s name.

Prof. Guieb said the place is bustling with the hustle of the population going eastward and westward. Its proximity to nearby stations makes Anonas and other surrounding streets as prominent as ever.

Change in Katipunan

This station, named after the Spanish revolutionary group Kataastasan, Kagalanggalangang Katipunan ng mga Anak ng Bayan, or the KKK, further cements the purple line’s historical significance. According to Prof. Guieb, it represents the radical and progressive perspectives amplified by universities near the area, like Ateneo de Manila University and the University of the Philippines Diliman.

He also said that Katipunan station’s proximity to the schools solidified his ideas on Gilmore and Betty Go-Belmonte stations. Privileged communities are bound to greater responsibilities in leading change while protecting those facing oppression and harsh social treatment.

Santolan Stories

Santolan station was LRT-2’s eastern terminus until 2021. Located in Marikina just before it crosses the borders of Pasig, the origin of its name goes back to Spanish colonial rule when Santol trees allegedly grew abundantly within the area.

Passing by this station was a blur because it only exemplifies the slow transition from the urban to rural areas of the metro, Prof. Guieb said. Before the two new stations opened, commuting through Santolan was a hassle, especially for those who hate long queues.

Merging Marikina-Pasig

Marikina-Pasig station lies between these two cities, resulting in its simple yet straightforward

name. Although according to Prof. Guieb, the station was supposed to be named “Emerald.” Going down the platform will introduce you to busy streets, hurrying people, and two adjoining malls with a wide intersection straight to Rizal.

Its proximity to provincial areas combines the city life and rural prosperity of the place. It signifies the contrast of both lifestyles while entangling their cultural and social roots.

Lush Antipolo

As the most recent addition to the LRT-2 line and the east’s new terminus, Antipolo station would serve as a boundary between the provincial areas and the progressive city. Stretching the busy streets and rich historical sites to the well-off areas and grand centers, Antipolo transitions to the lush embrace of nature and rural life.

Prof. Guieb said that people living in Antipolo or other developing rural areas yearn to be influenced by surrounding cities nearby. As if a growing blaze, the ever-expanding network of Metro Manila reaches farflung cities quicker than ever before. These musings, he explained, are hinged on a person’s desire for change—and for the better.

More than connecting two places

To Prof. Guieb, the LRT-2 still has a long way to go. While arguably the best in the country, its service should be considered the bare minimum compared to train stations in other countries.

“If you compare it to them, LRT-2 is the worst. But among all other train systems in the country, LRT2 is the best,” he said. “I experienced being squeezed, pushed, and elbowed in LRT-1 and MRT-3. And when I first rode [the Philippine National Railways], it was so cramped I couldn’t feel my feet touching the floor—it felt like being packed like sardines. I didn’t experience

these in LRT-2.”

Being the youngest railway system in the country, he believes there is still room for improvement in terms of its convenience, affordability, and accessibility for Filipinos.

Extending connections

The Purple Line stations act as gateways that link people to significant structures and establishments in Metro Manila. Prof. Guieb said this leads Filipinos to an enhanced understanding of the nation’s history, culture, and values in just a few minutes.

Despite having a challenging start, the LRT-2 has done its part as the transportation system that binds people together toward their destination—and it is still doing so, wherever it may be, he added.

Odyssey Magazine jots down different places you can visit, either to unwind from the metro hassle or to embark on a new adventure.

Most people think the LRT-2 is just a means for people to get to work or school, but that’s where you’re wrong! Every stop at the purple line transports you to many places where you can take a breather—from serene parks, nature, and museums to sophisticated malls, music shows, and nightlife. Commuting has never been such a fun odyssey!

Here are 12 hangout and relaxing spots along LRT-2 that can heal your tired soul and those of your friends from all the metro hustle:

Sorry, I’m latte.

LEGARDA: Kape Light

Haven’t tried traveling in Legarda? Consider stopping by Kape Light at the start of Recto Avenue near Legarda Street. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and newly-baked muffins of the café will welcome you as you enter the establishment. With prices starting at 60 pesos, they offer a variety of flavorful drinks such as cWoffee, hot chocolate, iced tea, juice, and other beverages. They also have the sweet delight of savory pastries like cakes, cheesecakes, toasties, muffins, and pastry wraps. An aesthetic feel awaits you with the two-story café’s colorful wall painting and serene interiors— you can take off your shoes and sit as if you’re at home. It can get personal as the café is also available for holding parties. Don’t forget to cross it off your bucket list! Feel the warmth as you sip and hang out with your friends and loved ones in Kape Light.

MENDIOLA

PEACE ARCH

They say history is a map of the modern traveler—and this structure proves it. Named after the late educator and author Enrique Mendiola, the Mendiola Peace Arch is the place to voice your patriotism and love for the country. The inauguration of the yellowpainted arch, adorned with metal symbols of doves and laurel leaves, in 2010 cemented its historical value as the place where many, and often bloody, demonstrations took place.

Visiting Mendiola is more than just walking along the long streets of Legarda and Jose Laurel. It’s also traversing through the history of the Philippines as people strive for better governance.

Left: Blending the aromatic; Indulge in the affordable delights of Frappes and Lattes.

Right: See the Mendiola’s rich history with its iconic street marker and peace arch.

Need to bask in freedom? Fight your way to the unwavering spot of Pinaglabanan Shrine in San Juan City. From LRT-2’s J. Ruiz station, hail a tricycle to the destination where the freedom to fight and speak alongside fellow Filipinos stood ground. The open space and green surroundings in Pinaglabanan Shrine are the perfect places to put our worries to rest. One also cannot help but feel patriotic when in front of the main wall of the shrine, where the names of individuals who fought for the Katipunan are etched.

The shrine is a leading light commemorating the Battle of Pinaglabanan that marked, on August 30, 1896, the start of the Philippine Revolution against Spanish colonial rule. It highlights the first act of heroism of Katipuneros when they laid siege to Almacen de Polvorin, an armory of the Spanish Colonial Government. These sculptures and heroic sites remind us to cast down walls that hinder humanity and liberty in our nation—freedom awaits!

PINAGLABANAN MUSEO

J. RUIZ

Left: The Spirit of Pinaglaban statue proudly stands alongside the revered names of Katipuneros.

Right: The Museo ng Katipunan featuring the remarkable collection of Katipuneros’ statues and cherished memorabilia.

J. RUIZ

SHRINE NG KATIPUNAN

Mabuhay ang Katipunan! A few meters away from Pinaglabanan Shrine, the Museo ng Katipunan is a testament to the country’s preservation of our national identity. Inside, visitors can find lifesize busts and statues of Supremo Andres Bonifacio, monochrome portrait paintings of notable Katipuneros, weapons, vests, and amulets used by members of the ‘kilusan,’ and reproductions of KKK documents. Paintings, such as Ang Dapat Mabatid ng mga Tagalog by Pancho Piano and Katipuneros by Juanito Torres, are also displayed to provide a visual representation of the revolution and the life of Filipinos under Spanish rule. Inside is a modern blend of augmented reality, holograms, interactive maps, projectors, and touchscreen terminal technologies. There is no admission fee, so you can enjoy discovering the past of the Katipunan worry-free with your family and friends! The museum is open Tuesday to Sunday from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.

BostonArt Gallery

Want to recharge your creative juices? Stop at Betty Go-Belmonte station, walk a few blocks along Boston St., and look for 72 Boston Cor. Lantana St. This three-story, white-and-yellow house would pass along as a private home if it weren’t for the rich painting of a woman riding an anglerfish—with the nearby street lantern being its source of light—and a medium-sized sign that says, ‘Boston Art Gallery.’

Hailed as one of the oldest galleries in the country, the Boston Art Gallery in Cubao, Quezon City, has been a warm sanctuary for upand-coming Contemporary Filipino artists since 1993. With its cozy interior, well-lit rooms, and beautiful paintings, a 10-minute walk from Betty Go-Belmonte Station to this humble art haven is all you need to marvel at these eye treats. The gallery is open Monday to Saturday, from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Admission is free!

CUBAO EXPO

Discover a trove of whozits and whatzits galore at Cubao Expo! Formerly known as Marikina Shoe Expo, this place is a U-shaped haven that conceals many treasures yearning to be discovered. Within this unique spot, a multitude of thingamabobs awaits your delight. From vintage treasures, antiques, and vinyl records waiting to be unearthed in thrift shops and boutiques, to bars and music venues that feature local artists and bands. But that’s not all. In need of caffeine? There are sprawling coffee shops that offer different vibes, from cozy to fun! You can also satisfy your artistic cravings by admiring the curated artworks from galleries and exhibitions. If you seek a new hobby to add to your list, why not try your luck in pottery through the art workshops some shops offer? And, of course, one’s soul requires replenishing after a tiring quest through delicious foods: but there’s no need to go out to other places, for there are also restaurants inside that offer many dishes to your liking!

Located along General Romulo Ave., this compelling wonderland welcomes guests from all walks of life, enticing them to indulge their cravings for a memorable hangout experience. Whether you’re a daydreamer or a night owl, Cubao Expo keeps its doors open all week, from 8 a.m. to 12 a.m., ensuring the adventure never ends.

Left: Spectrum of vibrant expressions of Filipino Contemporary paintings.

Right: The welcoming gateway to Cubao Expo’s eclectic hangout spots; Photos by: Justine Joy Lacsa

Anonas Ukay-Ukay

Looking for affordable yet slaying outfits, wallets, bags, shoes, and more? Go to Anonas Ukay-ukay which can be found near Anonas station! You can search rack by rack to find the suitable style for you. Clothing styles include vintage, retro, casual, gothic, punk, streetwear, minimalist, classical styles, and even gowns. There are also different kinds of accessories, wallets, bags, and shoes that can match your chosen outfit. If you are lucky enough, you might come across a designer piece.

Hep! There’s more! They also offer house accessories such as clocks, plates, mugs, cups, and casseroles for display. They even have toys and dolls for the kids! Don’t worry about the heat, the stores are air-conditioned and have enough rooms for fitting and resting.

Tara na! Join your kaladkarin friends and take your time in choosing the best items in Anonas!

Left: The wide array of affordable thrift items waiting to find their new home.

Right: The ever-so-inviting pop-up stalls, perfect for unwinding sessions.

POP-UP KATIPUNAN

Beyond its appeal as a work of art and a busy night bar, the Pop Up Katipunan is a thriving hub for social interaction. Local bands, DJs, and musicians take the stage, filling the room with music as a musical symphony unites the crowd. The pop-up venue provides a platform for upcoming artists and seasoned performers, whether for a quiet acoustic show or a frantic jam session. It has become a beloved gathering place for music and alcohol lovers because of the contagious crowd energy and the sense of community it fosters.

The Pop Up Katipunan is a testament to the efficacy of setting top-notch beverages. As the evening moon shows and laughter fills the air, it becomes apparent that this bar is more than just a place to get a drink; it’s a beloved gathering point, a haven for the weary, and a bustling social center. Here, memories are made and tales are told. Become a part of the lively neighborhood that calls the Pop Up Katipunan Bar home. Form new relationships, swap tales, and make lifelong memories!

MARIKINA-PASIG:

The Marikina Shoe Museum

Are you intrigued to see the infamous shoe collection of Imelda Marcos that even found mention in the acclaimed Netflix series ‘The Crown’? Suppose you want to kill the cat to satisfy your curiosity, you can visit the Shoe Museum, formerly known as the Footwear Museum of Marikina, located at J. P. Rizal St., Marikina, which opens its doors on weekdays from 7:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m.

In the museum, you will encounter the renowned shoe collection of the late dictator’s wife, boasting a staggering 749 pairs and an exceptional range of footwear that spans cultures and eras. From ancient footwear of icemen dating back to 3300 BC to the shoes worn by esteemed Filipino celebrities and politicians, each pair has a story.

So, let your feet guide you to the Shoe Museum, where the ghosts of the past whisper their secrets through the very soles that have graced the floors of its history.

Left: The museum entrance; Marikinamade shoes from Jemellee; and the popular giant shoes. Right: Enjoy Hinulugang Taktak Falls’ pristine waters, wall-climbing tower, and inviting swimming pool area.

ANTIPOLO:

Hinulugang Taktak

Discover the magic of Hinulugang Taktak Nature and Adventure Park, a captivating destination in Antipolo City. This popular recreational spot just a short ride from Antipolo station invites you with its free entrance fee and adventurous feel! Prepare to experience a mix of amusement, uncertainty, and comfort as you let the resounding roar of the waterfall wash away your doubts. Allow the cool breeze to offer you solace amidst the chaos of life and drown yourself in the embrace of the dancing trees that will transport you to the different world of Hinulugang Taktak.

Apart from its 7-foot waterfall, where the name “taktak” or noisy bell-like sounds was derived, challenge yourself by crossing the hanging bridges that will test your courage on wall-climbing and the hanging spider web net. And when exhaustion sets in, enjoy the refreshment that the pool gives to relieve yourself from the scorching heat. Embrace the adventure and let the comfort and beauty of Hinulugang Taktak mesmerize you!

Diving Into the Depths of Antipolo’s Mystical

What young Inday Nelly discovered all those years ago was not just an ordinary cave. It was—and still is—mystical in all ways we could imagine.

Cave

It appears to be just a simple cave filled with ordinary rock formations. But for Catholics whose hearts and imaginations have been touched by their faith, these so-called rocks are mystical.

Hidden in the verdant city of Antipolo is a secret gem immersed in enigma and magic—the enchanted Inday Nelly’s Mystical Cave!

If you don’t have time for legwork and cardio exercises but also want to enjoy your vacation, the Mystical Cave is the perfect place to go. You will have to go through more than 200 steps up the stairs just to get to the cave entrance. It’s like hitting two birds with one stone: you get the daily exercise that your body needs and feel the healing and miracle the cave offers.

The tour guide’s remarks focus on the cave’s enigma, pointing out formations that resemble the images of Christ, Mary, the apostles, the Black Nazarene, and other religious figures. There is also a location in the cave where it will allegedly grant your desires if you throw coins in. Like in magical movies, the Mystical Cave has its own wishing well. You can touch the healing stone if you’re ill or in pain. After your journey, you’ll get to feel some form of alleviation and relief.

If you go there with your significant other, you can pray beneath the wedding bell to strengthen or assure your marriage. However, if you go alone as a hopeless romantic, don’t give up just yet! Hugging the cave’s heart is encouraged because it is believed to bring you the life partner whom God has planned for you.

The Mystical Cave was discovered in 1970 by the family of Inday Nelly, the owner of this gem. She said they were looking for a place they could spend time praying. They believed that the Holy Spirit must have led them there as it was overflowing with an aura of healing and power. From the moment they discovered the cave, they knew it had to be opened

to the public so that others may experience the same enchantment.

Nelly said they immediately invited a priest inside the cave to receive their blessing, but what happened next was unexpected. He quickly found the uniqueness of the so-called rocks—but it wasn’t only rock formations but also sacred imagery that filled people’s hearts with love and healing. They like to call it the mystique. The cave was developed and restructured in 1980 before being officially opened to the public in 1985.

These are just some mystical images or figures you might see inside. Whether you are religious or not, it is plain to see why many people choose to travel here, especially during the Holy Week.

The cave is open daily from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., Monday through Sunday. The entrance cost is also quite reasonable for students. The surface level of the cave costs 50 pesos per person. But if you’re feeling brave and daring, you may ask the tour guide to lead you to the underground level where even more surprises await for only 150 pesos per person.

If you have a private car or other method of transportation, good for you! It’ll only take an hour to get there from SM Masinag. If you’re still a student and commuter from Metro Manila, take the LRT-2 to Antipolo station. Take a bus labeled “Antipolo” from the station or SM Masinag and tell the bus conductor to drop you off in lumang palengke or bayan. From there, look for the SSLTD tricycle terminal and ask the driver to take you to the Mystical Cave; the fare is 200 pesos for up to four people per ride. Even though the journey is quite rough and long, it will be a shame if you miss out on the mystique this spot has to offer.

The curious and daring are invited to set off on a journey of self-discovery and wonder at Inday Nelly’s Mystical Cave. This hidden treasure in Antipolo continues to be a testament to the enduring allure of the mystical and the unexplainable—the place where the worlds of the earthly and the spiritual intertwine, providing comfort, wisdom, and a chance to reconnect with the essence of life itself. Here, legends whisper while spirits watch.

Inday Nelly’s Mystical Cave is ready to divulge its secrets and mysteries to those who heed the call, and it awaits all who dare to do so. Are you willing to step into the unknown?

Journeys of the Soul

Entry no. 7: A Good Day to Commute Hard Echoes of Katipunan

Buddy, Buddy! Come celebrate my birthday with me

Tested by a dress

Finding the right path: Recovering from setbacks

Bus, trains, Pureza

A New Day for Mosaics and Faces

Our Antipolo Story

Entry No.7: A Good Day to Commute Hard

This happens when your dreams don’t matter.

by: John Lloyd Aleta

Dear diary, it was no doubt the luckiest morning of my life.

5:00 a.m.

The white cab I hopped onto flew like an eagle on the road. It was a hunter eager for its prey, but this time the prize was the bus terminal in Imus. We traveled on the infamous “moon zone” of General Trias, or the thin strip of damaged and jagged asphalt that you can barely call a road even by stone age standards. Still, it was all smiles as the driver went full speed.

5:25 a.m.

I crossed through Emilio Aguinaldo Highway. The crossing sign turned green just as I reached the end of the pedestrian lane. I thought the traffic signs obeyed and waited for me, their master, who has classes at 8:30 a.m. in PUP Main. Cars and buses let me through, jeepneys stopped to ensure I crossed

safely, and other pedestrians smiled at me during that lovely morning.

5:30 a.m.

The white sign on the bus read “LAWTON” in bold blue letters. It was the only one of its kind as others read Pasig or PITX or who knows where. Riding buses bound for Lawton means a one-way trip to Manila. It wouldn’t have to stop at PITX with me wasting more time trying to board another bus afterward. Vroom vroom. The conductor was kind enough to help me with my bag as I entered the bus.

“Quirino ho, estudyante.”

I spent a good hour and a half listening to classical music while the bus smoothly left the grips of Imus and entered Bacoor. Even then, God was with me, it seemed. The Wednesday masses in Bacoor churches were miraculously suspended. I estimated 70 minutes of heavy traffic was avoided because of

this.

7:10 a.m.

I arrived at the bus stop directly under Quirino station of LRT-1. I gave my thanks to the driver and went up the platform. “Doroteo Jose. Isa.” I told the man in grey at the ticketing booth.

The train arrived shortly after I tapped my card in the turnstile, and its interior was amazing! The air conditioning unit was on full blast. Many seats were up for grabs, and there weren’t too many people on the train. The ride was so comforting I could have slept like a baby. And I arrived at Doroteo Jose after a few minutes of stopping and going between stations.

VROOOOOOM

7:45 a.m.

I was the first to insert my card into the metal turnstile and leave the station’s platform. Had I been slower than a few seconds, I would have had to line up behind the whole lot of passengers who just got off the train. It was then time to walk.

The connecting bridge between Doroteo Jose station of LRT1 and Recto vrooooooooom station of LRT-2 is a scene like no other. As I walked into it, I saw through glass windows the lush gardens of subdivisions under the bridge. I also smelled the scent of fresh bread and VROOOOOOM pastries from the bakery near its western entrance. The surrounding area was so developed and clean that it almost brought a tear to my eye—not a single sight of poverty in place. Recto station was bigger than any other LRT-2 station, I thought as well when I finally reached its entrance.

7:55 a.m.

I put 15 pesos in the ticket vending machine (TVM), which responded by dropping a blue singlejourney ticket. It was only a matter of time before I reached the train platform after going up numerous flights of stairs. I observed trains in LRT-2 are wider and more comfortable to ride in. And one was waiting just for me.

Pureza station is just one stop from Recto station, with Legarda station in the middle, a relatively shorter and VROOOM faster ride than my journey from Quirino to Doroteo Jose on LRT-1. I chanced to sit beside another student from PUP who would also

get off at Pureza. And get off we did.

8:05 a.m.

The sun shone brightly on the southern gate of Pureza station. It was also a quiet place, I thought. No jeepneys, buses, or tricycles could be heard by someone with decent hearing, even from kilometers away. It was another time for walking.

I braved the wonders of Pureza Street and turned left at Anonas. I passed by the College of Communication after a few minutes of brisking through the heat. And then, finally, I entered the main gate of the campus. “Good morning, kuya!”

“Gising na,” he replied.

“Po?”

“GISING NA. Ang ingay ng alarm mo!”

4:40 a.m.

I woke up.

Dear Professor, I apologize for failing to attend our class on time. I left our house at 5 a.m. The cab I rode was slow-moving. It had to stop for gas in the middle of the journey. Afterward, once I crossed Aguinaldo Highway and went into the bus terminal, all buses I saw were bound for PITX. There was heavy traffic along the highway because of the Wednesday mass held in the many churches of Bacoor. Then, once reaching PITX, I had to board a second bus, which took its time waiting for other passengers before departing.

When I reached Quirino station at 8:30, the trains were full, and its interior was hard to breathe in. By then, I knew I was 30 minutes late for your class. Despite running through the connecting bridge between Doroteo Jose and Recto stations, the queues on the TVMs were already long. I was lucky to board the Pureza-bound train right as it closed its doors on the person behind me.

I arrived at Pureza Street at 9 a.m. I hailed a pedicab to get there faster. And only then was I able to enter the campus.

I apologize for being late to your class.

Dear diary, it was no doubt a bad day to commute hard.

Remembering the past to build the future.

Echoes of Katipunan

by: Marge Nicole Baldo

It was 7 a.m. when I found myself aboard a jeepney headed for Santolan station. I could have taken a shorter route, but there was no MarikinaPasig station yet at the time. My mind went back and forth thinking about whether I should stay with you. But it didn’t matter. I already held in my hand a ticket to Katipunan station to buy two UAAP gate passes. It was on our bucket list to watch the volleyball championship game between Ateneo and La Salle and finally see the players we so idolized in person. The enthusiasm I felt then was like no other—I can still feel it now. My heart throbs with excitement every time I look back at our little adventures.

But to tell you the truth of it, I had not planned on accompanying you that day. That is why I never noticed how I was already seated next to you on

the train while still in my pajamas. I didn’t even get the chance to freshen up. It was embarrassing, but we laughed it off. You laughed it off. You assured me there was no need to be self-conscious so long as I was with you.

I must admit, though, I used to be intimidated by you. You were someone I never expected myself to be personally close with, someone who had a stiff and aloof demeanor.

I never wanted to associate myself with someone who seemed like a bully. I vividly remember how you wanted to take revenge on me for what I did to your friend in fifth grade. But I understand that we were children then. You felt you had to protect the honor of your friend and sought to retaliate against me.

But despite that, the inner you that you projected was one I did not expect. I perceived you as a bully and even a snobbish and hateful person. But I never felt that side of you. I was completely wrong about you. I misjudged you.

It was during a school retreat that I started to understand you better. I witnessed how you treated other people with respect. You stood up for them when they were wronged. When we became friends, I admired how you brought out the best in me, supported me, and confided in me about your deepest struggles. I enjoyed experiencing new things with you that I would never even have considered doing before.

I felt privileged when you treated me as a close friend and sister. You never bothered showing a facade to hide who you are when you were with me—something that I noticed you kept doing when around others. The negative assumptions I made immediately turned to dust with the smile you kept on wearing.

That is why I never expected we’d be strangers once more.

You were there for not only my high school days but my entire existence. We even became part of each other’s families. It was a friendship that would

never break, we told ourselves over and over. We shared secrets, planned how we would attend Alyssa Valdez’s games and training camp, and agreed on things we didn’t share with anyone else as we both feared judgment.

I miss our spontaneous road trips where you would pick me up at my house and ride on your motorcycle. We would talk about random things as if it was our first time striking up a conversation. I miss trying to understand your mood swings as they annoyed me to death. I miss how we openly tolerated each other’s faults—and knowingly indulged in them. I miss the way you made me feel like I could rely on an older sibling. Even though we’ve had our fair share of misunderstandings, more of you were there for the better part.

The moon and the wind bore witness to all these.

Now, as we brave separate paths, I will forever hold onto the echoes of our friendship. It’s not just in Katipunan where memories of you flood my mind, but in every station I pass by. Much like our first train ride together, I wonder if we can still share laughter despite how unfavorable life became for us.

I hold onto the hope that perhaps, just maybe, you will still be there. Standing behind me, supporting me, and reminding me that I have a friend like you.

Buddy, Buddy! Come celebrate my birthday with me

Completing the adventure of a lifetime with a great friend.

by: Krizzia Mae Cundangan

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” was the question that left me perplexed. May last year was a busy month, as everybody and everything in the country was tense about the election results. Even I still had the election hangover at the time. Still, I let my hair down because I wanted to enjoy my birthday.

Hailing from Bulacan, it was my first trip to Manila with one of my dearest pals. She was the one who convinced me that I deserved to have fun and relax for just a day. So I did as she said.

Donning a Korean fashion-styled stripe blouse and a short skirt with rubber shoes, I was ready for our trip. We took a jeep ride from our hometown, Bulakan, and a bus to Balagtas. And at nine in the morning, we arrived at Monumento.

I was amazed at how unfamiliar I was with the place. I looked at each establishment and saw in the reflection a very curious Krizzia. There were vendors, bakeries, fast-food restaurants, and supermarkets. As well as many harried commuters. I felt the rhythm of Monumento that radiated a very busy aura. Before our exploration, I had no idea where the LRT-1 was or how we would even get there. But my friend was my guide, and I trusted her.

Going to LRT-1 from Monumento Circle was a ten-minute walk. We traveled to Doroteo Jose station and walked to Recto station of LRT-2. Again, I was astounded since I had no idea it would be so tiring. I was unaware of how journeying through the long connecting bridge and the corridors after it requires taking an escalator, a staircase, and more of walking multiple times. It was a draining experience for a first-timer.

But when I saw the trains of LRT-2, what had been a draining experience became different. I saw purple and lavender trains! Honestly, it was more aesthetically pleasing and had more comfortable air conditioning inside than what LRT-1 offered. We were traveling to Pureza to finish my application for the Polytechnic University of the Philippines. For the first time, I saw my Sintang Paaralan, and I was pleased with myself.

I also had the chance to surprise my nieces and nephews in Sta. Mesa. I couldn’t stop crying when

one of my nieces who had a disability got emotional after she saw me. She always told me how it would be awesome if she got to visit me in Bulacan, but on that day I surprised her in Manila instead.

After the remaining hours, my friend urged me to visit the National Museum. My reluctance of not having enough money for transportation was solved when my friend insisted on paying for both of us. We lingered in the museum for the rest of the day, taking many pictures to post on social media.

Truth be told, I do not celebrate my birthday. But my avant-garde buddy helped me appreciate that day. It was a tiring day, yes, but also a fulfilling one. Because all these experiences happened on my birthday, it will always be an unforgettable moment for me.

The perfect bond goes through thick and thin

by: Bella M. Dela Merced

Days before my recognition day, my mom asked me to be her chaperone in search of the perfect dress she would wear for the upcoming special event.

The summer heat was unbearable, especially for someone out shopping. I asked her where we would go as I hoped for a trip to an airconditioned mall. But she replied with a straight face, “Anonas ukay-ukay.” It is a place famous for being jam-packed with thrift shops that offer a wide array of items, from shoes and bags to accessories, clothes, and even antique treasures. My face quickly turned sour.

Of all the places we could shop in, she chose a thrift store. I didn’t even get a chance to complain as my mom hustled to go out before the start of rush hour.

Upon our arrival at the store, she swiftly headed towards the crammed sale section and began rummaging through the clothes. And I just stood there, watching her lay every piece she lifted from the clothesline. She placed it above her cheap, ragged clothes with torn seams to check if they would fit her.

Minutes passed, and sweat trickled down my face as I struggled to maintain my composure. It was all thanks to the humid air laced with an old and musty smell from the thrift shop itself. Granted, there was a small fan trying its hardest to circulate air to a swarm of people, especially me, who was standing beside it. But it wasn’t enough to alleviate my seething temper from the heat, the smell, and the overall ambiance of the place.

Thoughtlessly, I flounced to where my mom was and grumbled in the blazing heat, begging her to finish her business quickly at the store. But as cool as ice, she responded, “A few minutes more, and I’ll be finished.”

I wanted to protest when she cut me off and opened her big purse. I thought she was about to lecture me in front of all the shopkeepers and

customers of the store. But after I waited a few seconds, she handed me a big tumbler of cool water.

I didn’t even know she brought such a heavy thing just for me. I wanted to at least utter a thank you before tending my parchedness with hydration. But then, on the spur of the moment, I glimpsed at the simple, warm woman before me. She had a broad smile curved across her wrinkled face and a tumbler in her hands, happy to give me something she had thoughtfully prepared. My words of thanks died in my throat.

For a moment, the scorching heat suddenly turned into a piercing cold. I was embarrassed. I was no longer furious with the heat but rather with myself.

I realized she chose this place to buy her dress to save money and buy me clothes from well-known brands. She looked tired because she was always busy taking care of our family. Knowing me all too well, my mom brought a big purse to the cramped store just to carry a heavy tumbler of water for me.

Suddenly, my mother’s presence became the epitome of extravagance, transcending her surroundings and her attire because, above everything, she always wears her selfless and unconditional love.

“Let’s go. I’m done,” my mom finally said.

I couldn’t find the right words. I didn’t know whether I should apologize or let her continue searching for a dress. Every second spent staring at my mom felt like an eternity of choosing the correct response. And then it came to me.

“Wait, I want to buy a dress here for my recognition day,”

For a short moment, I saw her smile. Taken aback and exhilarated, we went into every shop and explored each floor of the area to buy dresses for the both of us.

We went home ready to flaunt our affordable yet stylish dresses. But above all, my mom became proud of me. We both couldn’t wait for the recognition day.

Finding the right Recoveringpath: from setbacks

“The funny thing about getting lost is when you already have the guts but still depend on luck.”

by: Merry Nizza Llanto

When I read the acceptance letter and knew I was accepted to PUP three years ago, I thought about two things: first, I questioned if I deserved the congratulatory email and the spot in the program I am in now; and second, I thought how luck was on my side and wondered what the chances of having those again are.

Less than a year after that, I read the announcement on the block group chat about the issuance of IDs and the assigned schedule for walk-in applications at the university. I immediately told my mother one week before its deadline so we could have time to prepare. But that was the first time we were traveling to a place we were not familiar with. Both of us had no idea about the routes to PUP.

While browsing Facebook, I found someone asking how to travel from Cavite to PUP. Scrolling through the message section, I saw one comment who answered in great detail about the correct routes to take. I took a screenshot and started reading.

It stated that from Cavite I needed to ride a bus donning a sign that says “Lawton” or “Sta. Cruz” and then stop at Gil Puyat or Taft Intersection. From there, I need to ride the LRT-1 from Gil Puyat to Doroteo Jose station, use an elevated walkway to transfer to LRT-2 Recto station going to Pureza and walk on an exit stop along R. Magsaysay Blvd. to PUP.

On the day of the appointment, I had nothing else for the journey other than the information I got in the comment section and my mother whom I trust wholeheartedly. We left at quarter to four in the morning and followed the guide. While on the bus, I kept thinking about how accurate the details were so as not to get lost.

When we arrived and boarded the train at Gil Puyat station, my mother and I had to play a guessing game if Doroteo Jose was the next station. It didn’t help that the speakers announcing what station was next were not functioning. We also had trouble figuring out how to transfer to Recto station until I finally had the guts to ask someone how to.

But instead of riding a train to Pureza, we climbed down onto the busy streets of Recto,

thinking it was the right way. We walked without a sense of direction to find Pureza station, not knowing all we had to do was ride the train again. After spending minutes walking beside the highway, we decided to return to Recto station after asking strangers what the proper direction was. We boarded the train and alighted off Pureza station. From then on, we rode a tricycle to PUP Main.

But it didn’t stop there. We were still in for a surprise even after finishing our business in PUP. We got lost on the way home from Pureza to Recto because the layout of the LRT-1 platforms we were used to is different from what we saw then. It was only after we asked strangers and LRT personnel many times about the directions did we finally manage to return to Doroteo Jose.

I realized it was the most daunting moment of getting lost I had ever experienced in my life. I told my mother that maybe, we got lost because there were a lot of stairs and escalators on both sides of the station, which left us confused.

But whenever I remember that terrifying moment, I keep thinking that getting lost is also discovering that all you need to have is the competence and confidence to do something about it.

It reminded me of when I doubted myself for being deserving of a spot on the course I wanted in PUP. I also thought about luck and how it plays a role in our lives.

But later on, I realized that I still did my best. I didn’t just magically wait for the congratulatory message from the university during the application season; I once hoped, took action, and then worked hard until I got the fruit of my perseverance.

It was like getting lost in LRT-2 from Recto to Pureza. If we had just waited or did not possess the courage to think, ask, and take action, we would probably remain lost for who knows how long. We had to act.

I still adhere to the idea that luck is a mysterious phenomenon. There is more to knowing than meets the eye—we can take action for our destiny. And we can use it to be better than who we are now.

Bus, trains, Pureza

Remembering your way goes a long way.

by: Eirene Manatlao

“O, alam mo na kung saan ka dadaan? Yung sasakyan mo?”

I put on my shoes.

“Maging alerto ka, ingatan mo mga gamit mo. Baka naman may nakapasak na namang earphones sa tenga mo kapag tatawid ka.”

I checked my wallet for the second time to see if I had enough coins.

“Ingatan mo sarili mo, ha?”

Yes, yes, I got everything. I’ll take care of myself, I answered my parents for the nth time.

I couldn’t blame them for worrying, though. It’s the first day of face-to-face classes and they know me as a clumsy airhead who is green as grass when it comes to commuting.

So, I was in a two-layer outfit and black pants at 8:30 in the morning. I was waiting in line for the Monumento-LRT bus to arrive while frantically wiping sweat off my face. I felt I shouldn’t be this nervous—we already practiced my route countless times. I’d ride this bus that would take me straight to LRT-1, then I would transfer to LRT-2 and get off at Pureza. Bus, trains, Pureza. I imagined the journey and replayed it in my head a thousand times, then went through it again as I finally sat on a window seat when the bus arrived. I wouldn’t want to have a bad rep of getting lost on my first day.

But life can surprise us at the most absurd timing possible.

Fifteen minutes into the trip, I smelled something burning. I saw thick smoke covering the back end of the bus and wafting in through the open windows.

“Baba na, baka sumabog ‘to!”

I stood up and wrestled my way out of the bus.

Almost all the passengers got off and scurried away from the vehicle in fear. The now-vacated bus then went away faster than it came. I didn’t have the time to process what just happened. All

I knew was we were in Balintawak. I didn’t know what to do or where to go from there. All of the planning and internal simulations went straight out of my head.

Stop it and think, I told myself. Bus, trains, Pureza.

I observed the people around me—those who knew the way and even those who didn’t. I asked a stranger where I could get a ride to Monumento and became glad as they were kind enough to walk with me to our destination.

Even after a hot start to my morning, I managed to arrive at LRT-1 with the help and kindness of the stranger who went with me. By then, it was already past nine. If I had delayed more, I know I’ll be late on the first day of classes. So, I went straight ahead and squeezed into an already-full train.

It was another first for me, that is, to ride on a train alone. Because of my small frame, I couldn’t find the right position while standing because of the huge volume of people around me; all were silent, sweaty, and impatient. I thought as I held onto a pole near me this is normal for a commuter.

As I got off Doroteo Jose station and inserted my card through the turnstile, I was thankful for the breath of air I could take on the platform, no matter how polluted it might be.

I slowed my pace to observe. A line of food stands occupied every corridor; some were open while some were just preparing to. It was easy spotting the bridge connecting Lines 1 and 2. Many people were heading the same way, so I must be on the right track.

The walk was long, the breeze was hot, and I felt the harsh sun above my head despite the bridge having a roof. Wiping my sweat again, I took quick steps until I arrived at LRT-2’s Recto station.

I first noticed that the place was bigger and

PUREZA

much neater than LRT-1. I bought a 15-peso worth ticket on the machine and proceeded to the top where the trains were.

I liked it better in Line 2, not just because of its space but also because of the violet trains running through its tracks. It’s my favorite color, and I could see it everywhere, much to my delight.

I was smiling when the grape-tinted train stopped in front of me.

The wagon was empty, being in Recto, the first station of Line 2. I finally got to sit down and freshen myself up before arriving at Pureza station.

I can’t help but be disappointed with my

current state while freshening myself. I was all sticky and haggard after braving more than a two-hour commute. But thinking back from the moment I stepped out of my house, I couldn’t help but feel proud. I managed all this alone, despite how others treated me as an airhead. And most importantly, I never got lost.

“Arriving at Pureza Station. Paparating na sa Pureza Station.”

I stepped outside, finally arriving at my destination. And no matter the detours, it was true: Bus, trains, Pureza.

A New Day for Mosaics and Faces

In unexpected travels, one finds absolution and wisdom.

by: Mayen Medroso

We frequently find ourselves wishing for quiet times of reflection and self-discovery amid the rush and bustle of our fast-paced existence. There are times when I don’t feel like myself as I put on a disguise and change parts of my personality. I feel lost as if I no longer recognize the real me. It feels like everyone is looking at me with malice and waiting for me to mess up. Perhaps this is the midlife crisis that people fear.

Life might seem like a complicated maze. At times, it leaves us hesitant about our next step. But in the middle of this uncertainty, I found my peace in unexpected places.

“Paparating na sa V. Mapa station.”

Shocks, mali ako ng way, I thought in a panic.

The path I should have taken to return home was the path to Recto. But there I was, heading in the opposite direction. I contemplated whether I should disembark at the next station and hop onto the correct one to fix my mistake, but I couldn’t move a muscle. Or rather, I chose not to. I wanted to feel this way.

Countless thoughts raced through my head as the train stopped at each station. Passengers entered and exited through the doors in a rush. I saw people of all ages and stages in life. I saw a mother cradling a weeping baby while singing and pleading with the child to stop. I bet it must be great to be a baby again.

Then, at J. Ruiz station, I noticed an elementary school boy giggling and smiling from ear to ear while holding his father’s arm with his left hand. He did it so he wouldn’t trip as the train moved while he clutched a Jollibee takeout under his right arm.

At Cubao, a middle-aged woman boarded the train. She had unkempt hair and eye-widening black circles under them. I assumed her shift just ended because she was still wearing her company uniform. She had to travel the train standing up because there was no available seat. I saw her gripping the pole tightly to prevent falling over while sleeping.

“Paparating na sa Katipunan Station.”

Because I didn’t have any agenda, I was already thinking about what I’d do after I arrived at the last station. I kept checking my phone to see what the time was.

Then I heard someone beside me tell an old lady, “Oh, Lola, dito na muna ako ha? Basta ‘wag mo kalimutan inumin ang gamot mo. Nakasulat na diyan sa lalagyan kung ano ang iinumin mo. Tawagan mo ako agad o si Mama pag nakauwi ka na.”

It reminded me of my Lolo and Lola and how they looked after me while they were still alive. And, like the person on the train, I am grateful that I was able to take good care of my grandparents before they passed.

I then looked at the lola on the train. I didn’t intend to peek; I just chanced to see her using her keypad phone. She was composing a text message while wearing a smile on her face as a wee bit of tears filled up her shrunken eyes.

“Salamat, apo ko... Sa pagsama... Mag-iingat ka…”

“Paparating na sa Antipolo Station.”

It was the last station, and I had no idea what to do. I didn’t have any plans in mind. I got off the train while trying to figure out what I should do then.

I kept looking for a spot to hang out for a while, and a coffee shop sounded appealing. I looked online for a nearby café and discovered this appealing establishment called Kaulayaw Coffee. I took a taxi to the coffee shop, which was only an eleven-minute journey away. I got there and ordered a decent cup of coffee and a sandwich. It was delicious. While I savored every morsel of it, I reflected on how I got here in the first place.

Oh, right.

I was disoriented and unsure of what to do, so I entered the train subconsciously and had no idea what to do next.

Then I pondered how we got from the crying baby to the laughing elementary school boy to the middle-aged woman making the most of her time by sleeping and standing up on the train. I also thought of the elderly lady who was continuously taking medications and is also in need of someone to accompany her to her medical appointments.

This spontaneous and somewhat reckless LRT-2 trip made me understand something. It’s the colorful mosaic of varied faces and tales which greets passengers on the train. It is a reflection of the fabric of life. Every individual has struggles, hopes, and uncertainties; they put on a new face in hopes of overcoming another new day.

While navigating the confusing network of stations, I witnessed this wide range of people, which made me contemplate deeply my own identity and purpose.

I thought as I hopped back in to return home: what kind of faces will I see there with me tomorrow?

The last time we look back is the first time we move forward.

Our Antipolo Story

by: Ashly Nabus

The sound of the approaching train drove me to prepare myself. My anticipation grew stronger as I awaited its arrival. I tightly clutched the ticket that my friend had purchased for me in my hand.

And it arrived. After spotting a seat with my companions and settling in, I became interested in what I could see from the train window. I witnessed a precipitous transformation—the typical cityscape of tall buildings, universities, and residences fading into hills and greenery.

The moment I heard that our train had arrived at its destination, I thought, Finally! Our destination.

I was greeted by the magnificent view of Antipolo station as I stepped off the platform.

Leaves swayed delicately in the breeze as far as my eyes could see, and fields of verdant hills caressed the clear blue sky. The fleeting moment when nature was at the center of attention and the city skyline was in the background gave me a sense of tranquility. As I immersed myself in its beauty, time remained still.

Going to reality, I moved my feet away from the station and remembered that we were going to Hinulugang Taktak. Despite being far from nature, the best thing about this place is that everything is free for the entrance fee and the activities.

We approached our first course as soon as we arrived: a carefully arranged ‘spider web’ attraction made out of rope that appeared to defy

gravity. Dozens of meters beneath us, clear blue water cascaded from the nearby waterfall.

As soon as the strings of the artificial web left our feet, we made for the canopy walk. I took each step carefully for my friends who were afraid of heights behind me. Had I acted abruptly, the hanging bridge would slightly sway and creak and would cause them to feel anxious.

I glanced back at them when we were nearing the end, and a smile formed on my lips. We finished two courses by then. I felt proud because my friends dared to face and conquer their fears.

We took a short break from our adventure. I saw how the swimming pool quickly reached its capacity because of the many tourists in the area. Our mood changed for a second, but we fought it off and stopped by the waterfall to admire nature’s craftsmanship. However, what caught my attention was the sight of a tall wall close by. I asked my friends to join me again because I had to seize this opportunity; only one person agreed, however.

My friend and I stood at the base of the climbing wall with our harnesses fastened to our bodies. Despite our hands beginning to sweat, I took a deep breath and tightened my grip as I grabbed the first handhold with the nerves of a first-timer. Slowly but surely, I ascended the wall.

With each step on the foothold and every reach for the crimps, my movements became

increasingly calculated as I thought of the best direction to climb. I didn’t anticipate the course to be physically challenging. It looked easier to climb than done while eyeing the structure from below. My muscles were struggling against the force of gravity. I searched and reached for the next handhold but to no avail.

I decided to let go. I watched the view beneath me, then saw my friend who had descended before me. I felt my limbs trembling from exertion as I hung mindlessly in the air. Even though I didn’t manage to reach the endpoint despite being so close to it, I felt satisfied and proud for trying and pushing myself to my limits.

Making the most of our trip in our minds, we cannot let go of the idea that we missed the opportunity to swim. So, we searched for another swimming pool. The refreshing waters of Suva’s Place Resort beckoned us after an exhausting yet enjoyable journey.

It was all fun until we had to return home. We returned to the station that once welcomed us upon our arrival in Antipolo City. While we waited for the train, I spotted fellow commuters who took their time to appreciate the sights and capture them on their mobile devices as memories.

I tried to bask in my fascinating surroundings for one last time. As the last color of sunset was about to disappear, the sky was painted in purple and orange hues, marking the onset of dusk. The contrast between the glistening city lights and the departing daylight was mesmerizing.

As the train drove away from Antipolo station, I peered out the window and glanced one last time outside before the hills vanished into the distance. The station had been more than just a point of arrival and departure; it had also served as a direction that led us to our Antipolo story.

Shoeless Marikina Shoe Makers Brave the Destitute Industry

Customers owe Abraham and Romeo the sense of security and comfort they feel when wearing their shoes. After all, they spent nearly all their lives making and inspecting the tiniest details to make it so while producing them.

Customers owe Abraham and Romeo the sense of security and comfort they feel when wearing their shoes. After all, they spent nearly all their lives making and inspecting the tiniest details to make it so while producing them.

From watching the same person, 76-yearold Abraham and 66-year-old Romeo Salvador learned to manufacture shoes. But despite making hundreds—if not thousands—of them, they still can’t afford to buy or make themselves a pair of one.

Both are still working in the same Pando Shoe Store in Marikina City.

“‘Yung tatay niya [Romeo’s father], doon din ako natuto.” Abraham said.

When Abraham was 15, he agreed to assist his brother, Romeo’s father, in making a pair of shoes. Now he is 76 years old, living with his wife and four

children, including grandkids. He has worked in the shoe-making profession for 60 years.

“Madaling [pasukan] ‘to e. Hindi mo na kailangan ng mga apply-apply,” Abraham said. “Basta pumasok ka, marunong ka, tatanggapin ka na agad.”

He settled on this job because of his age. He’s anxious, he said, because if he applied for another job, recruiters might not accept him.

The shop owner is his closest friend, who was with him in the past when making shoes. Abraham has been working at the facility for eight years, while his nephew has been there for six.

“Bali, 13 [years old] ako nagsimula. Tumulong pa ako sa tatay ko,” Romeo said.

Romeo was also young when his father began teaching him. Now that he is 66 years old and has 51 years of experience, he wants to continue in

Giving what you don’t have

this field. He said he is already accustomed to it and doesn’t know any other job. Romeo is married with three children.

They said retirement isn’t an option regardless of age unless they are already too frail to do the skilled labor. They believe quitting their jobs too soon will deteriorate their bodies and health.

They are both in charge of attaching the sole to the shoe by adhering it with shoe materials and hitting it with a shoe hammer. They set a division of labor in place as each worker solely fulfills a specific task, which makes their duties easier and increases production.

They only create shoes for men, as displayed in the owner’s store. Some of their goods are made-toorder in batches of 200 to 300 pieces, while others are for retail purchases. They said the quantity of shoes they produce varies each day.

“Sapat na rin kahit pa’no,” Romeo said.

They get paid P500 daily for eight hours of work, based on the day of labor rather than the number of shoes made. Romeo said his wage is sufficient for his wife and their child, but sometimes it becomes otherwise if their wage comes late.

Abraham shared the same sentiments because his salary compensates him, his wife, and his widowed child. He does not wish to rely on his children for financial assistance. But when the pandemic came, Abraham said he had no choice but to take side jobs such as house repairs on top of manufacturing shoes. Their wages were cut, and their working days were limited to three.

“Kaniya-kaniyang diskarte noong pandemic.” Abraham remarked.

He also recounted their difficulties when China’s synthetic shoes arrived. Their manufacturing of genuine leather got weaker since foreign goods were much cheaper. But Abraham said it gradually recovered because people constantly needed shoes.

“Mahal ko ‘to,” Abraham confessed, saying that shoemaking is valuable to him. He loves it since it has consistently provided for his family. Abraham was able to send his children to high school, and one even went to college though not finishing. His grandson, meanwhile, whom he supported financially through his work, graduated from the Polytechnic University of the Philippines.

Romeo, on the other hand, said he lost interest

Left: Romeo Salvador, 66-year-old shoe maker

Right: Abraham Salvador, 71-year-old shoe maker

in shoemaking when it became necessary to make a living.

“Dati [mahal ko],” Romeo said. Both dreamed of opening their shop.

“Walang puhunan. Walang pera. Ngayon hindi ko naiisip ‘yun, matanda na ako e,” Romeo pointed out.

“Kahit lang gusto mo [kaso], wala kang puhunan,” Abraham added.

They gradually lost faith in making their dream a reality due to a lack of money and opportunities.

They added they do not want someone from the Salvador family line to take the same path as them, as they suffered through this road and lost their aspirations. Abraham teaches one of his children to make shoes but doesn’t encourage him to choose the same career.

“Ayoko na. Mahirap ang [pagiging] sapatero [kaya] pinag-aral ko na lang,” Abraham said. Although Romeo’s children did not attend college, he made every effort to help them take vocational courses since he also didn’t want them to work in the same field as him.

They avoided further suffering by ensuring the shoemaking legacy in their family ends with them. Abraham and Romeo would let the callus in their fingers grow as they created thousands of shoes. They would also create a pair for their family, but never for themselves.

“Karpintero, walang bahay. Sapatero, walang sapatos,”

Romeo remarked.

Traveler’s Compass

Finding Ways to Up Your Commuting Game

Maximizing Beep cards in simple steps

Appreciating overlooked cultures in small steps

A Hassle-Free Guide to Prepare for Adventure

Outsmarting travel in Philippine railway systems

Stay haggard-free during the rapid transit hassle

Traveling to the enchanting Binondo Chinatown

Making Antipolo’s famous suman

Finding Ways to Up Your Commuting Game

by: Krizzia Mae Cundangan

Everyone seems too busy to travel—for work, school, leisure, or other personal reasons. Of course, everyone has a purpose in riding a train to who knows where. But the question is, are you enjoying your journey?

Traveling is indeed taxing. But don’t you realize that it may also be an odyssey? What do you see when you look beyond the ordinary perspective and peer out the windows? What will you feel? Will you discover something more along the way? You wouldn’t know unless you take the time to savor and trust the moment!

Here is how you can enjoy traveling and take it to the next level:

1. First, you must be physically prepared. So go pack and organize your belongings. You need to double-check your essentials including your Student ID for fare discounts and a Beep card if you’ll take a train. The worst-case scenario is you forget your wallet when you’re already at the train station. You might want to reconsider bringing a book to read!

2. Second, purchase a drink before boarding your chosen mode of transportation to avoid being dehydrated while traveling. You can either buy a coffee or bring your flask. Choose your beverage!

3. Third, select music that will complement your journey on the bus, jeepney, car, or train! Listening to music can help soothe the senses. Do you want a recommendation? You can listen to Tataya, Estranghero and Bukod-tangi by Cup of Joe; Ilaw sa daan by IV of SPADES; Why (Feat. Hoody) by VVON; or Hoody, if you want a Korean RnB vibes. These are superb tunes that would make you feel as if you’re in a music video while

traveling, vibing to your favorite go-to songs!

4. Fourth, try to look at your surroundings if you’re having a bad day while on your odyssey. There are many valuable things one cannot discover immediately. You will still get inspired and motivated by people you interact with on the streets, on the train, or elsewhere.

5. Fifth, pick a comfortable go-to outfit that can still make you feel confident. As we all know, the Philippines is a tropical country. You can be so sweaty and haggard-looking if you choose the wrong outfits. You better choose the best clothes that will suit your trip and destination!

6. Sixth, fully appreciate how enjoyable traveling is as you won’t always be able to grasp the environment in one go. Thus, you must savor each stroll and trip. Being happy while traveling is entirely up to you. You have the choice, even if the transportation systems in the country might be stressful. While waiting for a train, you can write down or keep a journal of the events you have been observing, admire the scenery while traveling, or take a selfie or a picture of the sun’s rays hitting just the right angles. You ought to step up your travel!

That concludes our odyssey! Make the most of your time by planning how you will travel enjoyably and memorably. Remember, you only get to live once. As Aespa mentioned, “You’re on the next level.” Not just your career advancement or even your standard of living, but also on your life journey!

Maximizing Beep cards in simple steps

by: Merry Nizza Llanto

Think about hurrying to catch up on the train because you are running late for school, work, or even a romantic date set at a specific time. But suddenly, you see that the queues for buying single-journey tickets in ticket vending machines (TVM) already span the length of the trains.

Isn’t it terrifying? Doesn’t it feel like your muscles are cramping as the adrenaline rushes in?

It is a common phenomenon for tens of thousands of commuters of the LRT and other railway systems in the country, especially during rush hours. You also cannot outrun the security personnel should you choose to force your way onto the train platform.

There is also the problem of malfunctioning LRT turnstiles. They fail to properly scan singlejourney tickets on train platforms. Some commuters panic as the card they insert into the metal barriers yields a red flash of light and a buzzing sound. Yet it doesn’t stop there as you see the other passengers in a hurry behind you starting to get irritated.

To avoid all these, here are five simple steps to maximize the use of Stored Value cards, or Beep cards, in LRT stations.

Step 1: Check for availability! Commuters can buy and acquire Beep cards mainly in TVMs. However, supply is scarce, especially in stations where many people enter or depart. Try to find LRT stations with a minimal passenger count and look for available Beep cards there.

Step 2: ‘Load’ your Beep card! Beep cards theoretically work exactly like prepaid loads for sim cards. You need to cash in any specific amount of

pesos in TVMs to ‘load’ your Beep card. You can then use it to enter the platforms until it runs out of cash balance.

Step 3: Retry if it doesn’t work! Some LRT turnstiles require proper maintenance. You do not need to worry should the turnstile flash red and make a buzzing sound. You may just need to tap your Beep card again on the sensor. But if further problems arise, it would be best to ask for assistance from the LRT personnel in the area.

Step 4: Store your Beep card in a safe but accessible holder! Beep cards are not only valuable, but they are also few. It is best to put them in a safe place to avoid losing, damaging, or scratching them which may affect their physical components. Also, you may want to store them in accessible holders (like in an ID case) to avoid wasting time bringing them out of your purse or pockets, which may be hard to do during rush hours.

Step 5: Enjoy a faster LRT experience! Beep cards are there to provide further convenience for commuters. You do not have to line up in TVMs behind a long queue, especially during peak hours of travel.

Every commuter must know these simple steps to make their LRT experience better. Mass transit in the Philippines still has a long way to go, but features like the Beep card prove that development is necessary for an ever-changing society.

Should you ever feel that single-journey tickets are not for you, having a Beep card is a must to make your travels better. Ride away!

Appreciating overlooked cultures in small steps

You never know it ‘til you’re there! Discovering new cultures has never been this easy.

by: John Lloyd Aleta

You’re at home, binge-watching your favorite TV dramas. You grab another slice of pizza as you watch the main character finally meet their love interest after numerous episodes of plot twists and cliffhangers.

But it’s not the hugging or the kissing scene that caught your eye—it’s the scenery. You see the tall snowy mountains of Lombardy, the steaming springs of Kusatsu Onsen, the fast-flowing current of the Danube, and the stalactite-filled underground

rivers of Palawan.

“But I am in Manila!” You may start to think. I want to experience that, too.

Fret not! One doesn’t need to visit the wonders of European landmarks or island-hop the Visayan islands before experiencing what culture truly is. Here are five ideas you can consider to feel what you, as a main character, should experience in your own story.

1. Practice being openminded

Hidden cultures can make you appreciate what you already have without knowing it. You must first have a mind willing to learn new things and ideas, no matter how foreign they may be to the ones you grew up with. You must also accept that other cultures may have different values and unfamiliar customs and traditions. People from Manila have different living conditions from those who grew up in Iloilo. And even then, citizens of Manila differ in lifestyles depending on which district they come from. A closed mind will never comprehend the innate diversity of cultures.

3. Travel and Immerse

Culture is alive and kicking and not sleeping in your room! Seek opportunities to interact with people from the culture you want to learn. You may engage with FlipTop communities in the streets of Brgy. San Antonio, attend exhibits sponsored by local universities around Sta. Mesa, jam with music festivals with your friends, or enroll in free workshops that explore the treasured values of your hometown. You can also try various local cuisines, visit their historical sites, and interact with the locals. Immersion doesn’t have to be expensive. All it takes is to listen to the people around you and show genuine interest in their experiences.

5. Share your experiences!

Once you have experienced the culture you studied first-hand, now is the time to share them with others. You can initiate conversations with other curious explorers, write blog posts at your own pace, give presentations of possible itineraries for your peers, and promote appreciation and awareness of the various situations of the local communities. You can start by sharing these experiences with your family, then slowly expand to your friends, colleagues, and the whole community. Doing this alone can form a bond with others, who may now experience these overlooked cultures with a helping hand.

2. Educate yourself

Take a deep breath and prepare to learn the details and the ins and outs of the culture you want to find. You can start by reading intriguing facts about your hometown. It doesn’t need to be extravagant— you need just enough to have you grip the origins of your environment. You can also watch films or documentaries and skim through other reliable sources online to solidify your knowledge about the traditions, arts, literature, and daily life of communities in your search.

4. Support local artisans and businesses

Culture needs to thrive to stay alive, and one practical way for it is through commerce. Numerous artisans and businesses focus their products on the subject of culture. It is their way to preserve the dying customs of their hometown. It is also to promote their skills in craft and artistry, all the while sustaining the the needs of their communities. If your budget allows it, you can purchase sets of Philippine Pearls, Barong, Filipiniana, and other local souvenirs from shops like Kultura Filipino and Halo-Halo Store. If your wallet is on the lighter side, you can opt for local sellers instead. You can even support local bands and independent filmmakers by watching and listening to their crafts during film and music festivals, respectively.

These steps can help you appreciate the hidden wonders around your location that may broaden your perspective and develop your understanding of the world. It is also a way for you to celebrate diversity as melting pots of cultures find their way to modern societies, including the one you currently live in. You don’t have to travel far to truly say you experienced a new culture. It’s entirely up to you!

But one must always remember that exploring old or new cultures starts with respect. It should be studied with the intent to learn and the drive to share them with people fueled with curiosity.

Culture starts with you.

EXPLORING THE UNEXPLORED

A Hassle-Free Guide to Prepare for Adventure

Hype yourself up with these smart tips before embarking on another journey!

by: Marge Nicole Baldo

The Philippines is renowned for its rich cultural heritage and breathtaking tourist spots. However, when people think of commuting in the country, the word “hassle” immediately comes to mind.

But fear not! With the right guide, riding the LRT-2 can be a convenient and enjoyable mode of transportation to take a break from the hustle of everyday life and embark on a well-deserved vacation. These steps create an efficient itinerary and will help you explore various places along the LRT-2 line without inconvenience.

Step 1: Research your destinations.

Before you start your journey, do your homework. It is crucial to thoroughly research the destinations that pique your interest. Create a list of your must-visit spots along the LRT-2 line and familiarize yourself with their locations, operating hours, and other necessary details. By planning, you will optimize your time and money, read about others’ experiences, find more efficient routes, and determine the best transport options.

Step 2: Be prepared for uncertainties. Step 3: Don’t forget the essentials.

The Philippines may be famous for its traffic congestion and uncomfortable public transportation, but don’t let that discourage you. Prepare for the unexpected by starting your journey early and allowing extra time for delays, crowded transportation, and long queues at popular attractions. Therefore, be patient and open to spontaneity. This mindset will help you avoid unnecessary stress and keep your itinerary flowing smoothly. Additionally, stay informed about potential risks, travel advisories, and things to expect to avoid disappointments.

Step 4: Prioritize your safety.

Always put your safety first no matter where you go. Despite your caution, accidents and other dangers can still happen. Maintain a watchful and brave attitude and think carefully about your actions to minimize potential risks. For instance, when commuting on the train, you should avoid storing valuable belongings in easily accessible bags. You must also stay attentive to your surroundings. Be cautious and do not trust strangers; there are many scammers in tourist-populated areas. Stay mindful and avoid becoming overly comfortable in unfamiliar places.

The weather changes harshly nowadays. The scorching heat reigns supreme one moment, but cold rain showers the next. To avoid travel inconveniences, pack essential items that travelers often carry, such as water, snacks, an umbrella, a fan, extra money, and appropriate clothing. By being prepared, you’ll be able to face different weather conditions and somehow stay comfortable throughout your trip.

Step 5: Savor every discovery.

Remember, not every trip needs to be a vacation abroad. You can be a tourist in your own country and explore nearby locations. Each station along the LRT-2 offers numerous exciting places to visit. Enjoy the journey and find joy in discovering new knowledge and experiences. By simply traveling on a train, you can uncover hidden treasures that most people, even the locals in the area, are unaware of.

Embrace your curiosity and adventurous spirit, especially in unfamiliar places. Countless surprises are waiting to be discovered. Take this opportunity to explore the unexplored and begin a journey by following these steps.

Outsmarting travel in Philippine railway systems

With the right strategy and proper mindset, the world is in the palm of your hands.

by: Ashly Nabus

Photo by: Justin Natividad

Tith the right strategy and proper mindset, the world is in the palm of your hands. Railway systems in the Philippines regularly welcome crowds of passengers numbering hundreds of thousands every operating day. On some days, routes may even be more difficult to manage as it is, particularly during rush hour.

However, you can still be prepared to counter such difficulties. Here are a few pointers to outsmart the hassle phenomenon in Philippine railway systems while traveling.

1. Make a plan. Make a route plan in advance by locating the closest station to your current location before starting your trip. Learn about the different unloading areas or bus stops near your railway station. Use mobile apps, or capture and take note of the map you will see at the station. It will enable you to identify the most convenient stop for your destination, including any transfers you may need. Observe the stations you need to go through to guarantee a smooth

trip.

2. Check and be prepared. Check for train information and changing schedules before heading out. Always be prepared for temporary service disruptions or delays and suspended train operations. This information can be found on the LRT, MRT, or PNRs official websites, the ikotMNL Mobile App, and the railway systems’ official Facebook and Twitter pages. Additionally, keep an eye out for events such as festivals and rallies that may severely congest roads near the railways. Monitoring them will also help you board the train more efficiently as you can alter your plans.

3. Travel at the appropriate time.

Timing is crucial in beating and avoiding rush hours. Trains tend to be jam-packed with passengers between 7:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. Adjust your itinerary during off-peak hours to provide better comfort. It will also provide you a relatively more hassle-free travel. Doing this also raises your chances of securing a seat on the train.

4. Acquire a Beep card. Get a Beep card to avoid long queues at ticket counters or automated ticket vending machines. This reloadable smart card enables swift and easy cashless payments. You may purchase a Beep card at any LRT2 station and fill it with enough credit before your trip. Doing this enables you to effortlessly pass through fare gates, thus saving you precious time. It’s either that or buying and lining up for singlejourney tickets for every trip you make.

5. Board with caution. Place yourself near the train doors, particularly during rush hours. Take notice of the platform markers and place yourself before the yellow line on the platform. Let other passengers step off the train before entering. Move towards the center to maximize the available space. Use amenities like overhead grab handles and subway poles to balance yourself. Keep your possessions safe and offer your seat to those in greater need, such as pregnant women, the elderly, or people with disabilities.

6. Prepare for an exit. Ensure you have enough time to exit without getting tangled in the crowd. Place yourself near the train doors if your destination is only a stop or two away. This method will help you ensure a smooth departure on the train.

7. Create a backup plan.

Despite the reliability of Philippine railway systems, particularly the LRT lines, relative to their performance on operation days, there may be inconveniences or problems with their services from time to time. It is crucial to have a backup plan if you have to make it to your destination as soon as possible. Explore other modes of transportation that will help you reach your destination such as jeepneys, buses, or taxis.

By following these guidelines, you can further enhance your travel experience. It can also lessen the stress and strain while patronizing this mode of transportation.

Don’t forget to make the most of your metro journey by outsmarting your railway problems!

Stay haggard-free during the rapid transit hassle

by: Bella M. Dela Merced

Stick by these 6 easy steps and travel in LRT-2 while keeping your freshness in check.

No more “Sana All Fresh”

Is it just me, or is it also your dream compliment to hear someone say “sana all fresh” to you after a long and exhausting commute?

Rush hour in the Philippines will make you believe that staying fresh is a delusion. Commuting, especially in rapid transit, maybe a thrilling adventure of jam-packed trains laced with stifling breeze, a place of spirited conversations and echoed struggles, and a blend of aromas that can make even the bravest souls feel a bit sucked out.

But fear not, for there will be no more “sana all” scenarios! With a dash of proper grooming and a sprinkle of positivity, we will depart from the haggard chaos of commuting. Buckle up, hold on to the safety handrails, and find out how to escape the imprisoning hassle of commuter life.

1. Dress with function

There is nothing wrong with finding your strength and confidence in what you’re wearing. However, it would be a total disaster when squeezed out by dozens of people trying to fill in even millimeters of space from the train and getting sweaty from the heat. It is combined with avoiding contact with coarse fabric or bare skin coated with a mixture of pollution and stickiness. It is why embracing “functional fashion” could be the most efficient solution. You can opt for breathable fabrics such as cotton and linen that can keep you cool in the heat while maintaining your style.

2. Be armed with an essentials kit

Equipping the right tools can help you face the rapid transit hassle with confidence. Pack a commuter survival kit with essentials such as tissue, wet wipes, a handheld fan, and hand sanitizer. You can also add these optional items for women, such as powder to retouch, a facial mist to refresh, and a lip tint to add a little boost of color to your face. These magical items will keep you fresh, combat perspiration, and help you cope with unexpected delays. Lastly, bring a good book or load up your favorite podcast and playlist to keep your mind engaged during the journey.

3. Hydrate your sanctuary

Your body will always be a sanctuary for the exhausted version of you during commuting. Hence, it’s essential to rehydrate with a refreshing amount of cold water or other beverages of

your choice. You can bring a tumbler or a jug, but remember to choose something convenient to carry and drink whenever you need to tend to your thirsty throat. Should you need to drink more, a slurp of electrolytes might help you boost your energy.

4. Supremacy of proper hygiene

No amount of aromatic and fragrant perfumes could ever hide an unpleasant smell coming off someone’s breath or armpit, which is why above all, proper hygiene and good grooming are the supreme plans for surviving the battle of commuting. Use the right products, such as antibacterial soap that could eliminate bacteria and foul odor, fluoride toothpaste to help prevent bad breath, and a lather of shampoo to smoothen and remove all the dirt and sweat build-ups around the scalp.

5. Find peace amidst the chaos

When surrounded by the commotion of rapid transit, it’s essential to find moments of tranquility. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and transport yourself to a serene oasis. Imagine lounging on pristine sand or lying in a soft, luscious bed. You can stay calm and centered amidst the chaos by mastering the art of mental escape.

6. Embrace the Filipino Bayanihan spirit

The spirit of Bayanihan runs deep in Filipino culture. Make it seen and alive by engaging in random acts of kindness during your commute. Offer your seat to someone in need, assist an elderly commuter, or simply share a smile and spread positive vibes. These acts can brighten someone else’s day, foster a sense of camaraderie, and make everyone’s journey more delightful.

Navigating the Philippines’ rapid transit hustle and bustle can be an adventure like no other. Remember, staying fresh isn’t just about appearances—it’s also about the state of mind. So, dear commuter, hold on tight because this ride will leave you haggard-free from now on!

REKTA TO RECTO:

TRAVELING TO THE ENCHANTING BINONDO CHINATOWN

by: Mayen Medroso

Manila, the bustling capital of the Philippines, is home to many different cultures and rich history. Binondo is one of them—its vibrant neighborhoods and delectable foods perfectly capture the city's diverse cultural heritage.

The historic neighborhood of Binondo, which boasts the distinction of being the world's oldest Chinatown, is located not far from Recto. This district, as a treasure trove of culinary delights, historic temples, and traditional architecture, is a testament to the enduring Chinese culture’s influence in the Philippines.

This guide will explore the captivating allure of this area and offer directions to help you find these outstanding locations.

To get to Binondo Chinatown from Recto, take the following steps:

Determine your starting point.

Recto is a major road in the City of Manila, and connected to it is Binondo, the district in which Chinatown is. Determine your current location and map your route to the district’s area.

Travel through the LRT-2 (Light Rail Transit Line 2).

One can use various modes of transportation to get to Recto. Traveling along LRT-2 is the most practical choice, with Recto station as an interchange terminal for commuters. Go to Recto station and depart through the South Exit.

Visitors are welcomed by arrays of sights and busy mercantile sounds when they arrive in Recto. Street vendors boast a variety of goods, including everything from clothing

and electronics to delicious street food. The shopping experience is made more exciting by smartly haggling with the vendors.

After you've had your fill of Recto, it's time to meet our main character: Binondo Chinatown!

• Binondo Chinatown is a short walk away. We could do some cardio and leg exercises to get to the famous Chinatown!

• Turn left at Claro M. Recto and proceed for about one block, passing Calero and Oroquieta. Walk for a few minutes along Rizal Avenue and take the Philippine Rabbit Terminal.

• Turn left onto Rizal Avenue and walk four blocks, passing Soler, Germina, Katubusan, G. Puyat, and Ronquillo, until you reach LRT-1’s Carriedo station. Cross Rizal Avenue.

• Turn right and proceed past Sta. Cruz Church in the direction of Bustos.

• Turn left at Bustos and walk about one block to Ongpin.

And there you go! Your Chinatown journey begins directly behind Sta. Cruz Parish. With its historical significance, cultural attractions, mouthwatering cuisine, bustling markets, and energetic festivals, Binondo offers a truly immersive experience for your adventurous personality.

A fascinating journey that captures the vibrant fusion of Chinese and Filipino cultures awaits you. Come and discover the alluring spirit of Manila's cultural center by strolling through the charming streets of this district.

Exploring Manila's rich history and strolling through its charming streets makes visitors see how two different cultures coexist peacefully. Embrace Binondo Chinatown’s vibrant and diverse spirit and immerse yourself in its enchanting history!

Glutinous Rice

MakingfamousAntipolo’s suman Relished en route

Missing a special dish from a special place? Cook it yourself!

by: Eirene Manatlao

Coconut Milk

Salt

Ginger

Serve your suman with either sugar, jam, or ripe mangoes on the side, and enjoy!

Water

Don’t forget your Kampil Leaves

Leaving a place you’ve visited for the first time without trying their local delicacies would be illegal, don’t you think? It would be like going to South Korea without trying authentic kimchi or visiting lantern-filled Chinatown and not buying some of their noodles and dumplings. But remember, you can never truly experience the wonders of your destination without diving into a savory journey.

So, let your palate taste the beginning of a new adventure as we hop into LRT-2 and stop at one of its recently-built stations: Antipolo.

With its busy pilgrimage sites like the Antipolo Cathedral and tourist attractions such as the Hinulugang Taktak and the Pinto Art Museum, the volume of people going in and out of the city is anticipated now. Antipolo offers a wide range of activities, and of course, dishes, that a tourist can indulge in during their stay—one of them is trying their famous Suman sa Ibos.

Suman provides a tasty twist to Filipino’s staple food: rice. It’s a classic delicacy made with glutinous rice, coconut milk, and sugar. It has a sticky yet chewy texture that melts in your mouth and gives ordinary rice a rich and new experience to the taste.

The Ibos refers to buri leaves or palm leaves shaped into a rectangle where the suman will rest. It has to be folded properly to hold the mixture together and for it to take shape. Antipolo serves a wide variety of suman such as this, with vendors setting up their stalls near churches, tourist spots, or some Pasalubong Centers just to sell their products.

Whether you have gone to Antipolo and tried their suman already, you have to know how the magic works behind it. Now, let’s try making this famous delicacy!

Starting with the ingredients, you will need:

• Glutinous rice

• Coconut milk

• Salt

• Water

• Ginger (optional)

• Kampil Leaves

Adding ginger is optional. But according to locals, it is mixed to give off a fragrant aroma and for the suman to have a slight yellow tint. Once you have everything needed, let’s start and prepare the cooking process!

1. Prepare the suman container. Swirl the kampil leaves on a mold that is one and a half inches wide. Lock the container properly to avoid leakage. Make sure to leave a space open for the mixture later.

2. Prepare the rice. Wash the glutinous rice, drain the excess water, and place it in a bowl.

3. Mix the milk and salt. Pour in the coconut milk and then add salt. Mix well and let it sit for a few minutes.

4. Seal it in. Once mixed well, scoop enough mixture into the kampil or buri container and seal it properly. Remember, the lock is crucial for the suman to take shape and not leak into the boiling pot.

5. Boil. Place the suman into a large stock pot filled with a quarter of water. Let it boil.

6. Put the optional ginger. Once it starts to boil, you can put your ginger and let it stay there until it’s cooked.

7. Let it cook. When it comes to a boil, adjust the heat to low-medium and let the suman cook for 60-90 minutes.

8. Finally, remove it from the pot. Remove every suman from the pot. It’s best to check the condition of every wrap to see if it’s still intact. Let it cool down.

9. Serve your suman with either sugar, jam, or ripe mangoes on the side, and enjoy!

And there you have it! Now, you know how to make Suman sa Ibos, inspired by the famous delicacies of Antipolo. But don’t let your adventures end here: Once you travel and explore your environment outside, more numerous treats await you to relish them.

Unveiling the Odyssey

Guessing Game

Embracing the Uncertainties

Colorful; Colorless Doing what a Goddess can’t The Mystic Miss Beyond the Horizon

Taking the first step: It doesn’t take a Behemoth Get Busy Living, or Get Busy Dying

Guessing game

by: John Lloyd Aleta

John Lloyd is no stranger to stress and mental breakdowns—he has seen it all, he thinks. But he wakes up every morning in his room in General Trias, Cavite, still with a heart full of conviction. He has to face the day with a pursuant smile no matter the cost, even if it comes at the worst of times.

But before he even brushes his teeth, the 19-year-old first plays chess on his smartphone.

“AY BULAG! HNNRGGHH!! UWU!” JL shouts with deep regret (so much for that pursuant smile). Blundering your chess pieces, like the Queen, no less, almost always means you have already lost the game. “Ayoko na mag-chess” is another popular saying from him, yet he still taps play again on the screen 0.37 milliseconds later.

He thinks he got this never-give-up attitude from Arya Stark’s “not today” line from Game of Thrones. Or maybe from Walter White’s addiction to cooking methamphetamine (JESSE, WE HAVE TO COOK, JESSE) from Breaking Bad. Who knows, maybe Napoleon Bonaparte

inspired him as well. The man still won battles in the early 1800s despite having an outnumbered and hungry army in Italy.

His being a history nerd may have also given JL numerous ideas on how to live his life. He thinks he could be Alfred the Great and fight the Vikings on a lovely Sunday afternoon. And come nighttime, dine with Oppenheimer, and ask him how he felt when he created the first atomic bomb. But in reality, all history has ever given JL was worse eyesight. Reading a lot strained his vision, which may be why he cannot see how his King is in danger in chess.

Still, his pair of eyeglasses does not stop him from engaging in other recreational activities. JL once enrolled in a Milo summer camp for volleyball a few years ago and met new friends who shared the same passion for the game. He also sometimes travels around the city on his bicycle.

But perhaps his greatest feat is having decent skills in playing pool—in fact, he even has his cue stick. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching the 9-ball roll toward the pocket on a golden break.

JL has tremendous amounts of dreams. Or perhaps he has too much that he couldn’t achieve in one lifetime. But his heart remains the same. JL, who loves playing chess with his handy eyeglasses, will still reach for them no matter what.

Three truths, one lie: friends call him JL, he has a girlfriend, he plays chess, and he wears eyeglasses. The guess is yours!

embracing uncertaintiesthe

by: Marge Nicole Baldo

The fascinating personality of Marge Nicole Baldo, whose life has taken unexpected turns, led her down a path she never imagined.

A vibrant and inquisitive individual born in Manila and raised in Cainta, Rizal credits her loving family for shaping her character. As a young and spirited child, she possessed a curious yet mischievous nature and an ambitious drive that she wishes to rekindle today.

Marge used to be the type of person who thrived in the limelight, reveling in the performing arts and taking center stage. Whether it was singing, dancing, or leading others, she showed confidence and enthusiasm. Marge fondly recalls discussing her dreams with passion and certainty. However, she now yearns for the life she had envisioned, longing for the alignment of her aspirations with reality.

Yet she continuously persists in her endeavor, not necessarily forcing herself to improve but rediscovering the version of herself she believes she has lost.

How did I end up here?

She never anticipated being in this situation—nor did she desire it—but Marge perseveres.

Marge spends lots of time contemplating her journey, treasuring every experience, and striving to fulfill her promises to her loved ones. However, with time and her existence ticking and fading away, she wonders if she can achieve her true desires before it gets too late.

Although life has not always been in her favor, she maintains a gratifying attitude. One thing she is thankful for is her introduction to volleyball.

“I never imagined I would play volleyball for this long,” she admits.

Joining the team was not just about being cool; it has provided her with a sense of peace since 2013. Through volleyball, she developed physical and mental resilience and found solace.

Beyond the realm of the sport, Marge dedicates significant time to language learning and immerses herself in the world of film. Engaging in activities that bring her comfort while enhancing her knowledge is her way of keeping up with the world.

Even when she feels pressed for time and struggles to stay on track, she prioritizes the positive mindset instilled in her from her upbringing. She acknowledges the passing uncertainties but remains steadfast in cherishing moments and striving for excellence in every opportunity that comes her way.

With a hopeful outlook, she declares, “I still have ample time to achieve and experience what truly belongs to me.”

Something feels amiss; perhaps my memories are blurred.

C o l o r f u l ; Colorless

by: Krizzia Mae Cundangan

everyone believed she was already twenty-five or older, and thus came their surprise when they learned she just turned twenty last May. She finds it pleasing to hear. It gives her more assurance as she wonders, “Am I mature?”

Krizzia is as independent as a hog on ice as an outcome of all the storms that came her way. Most of the time, she draws a line on the sand. Krizzia is an INFJ, an empathetic person according to a personality test. Yet it was an odd thing because it goes against who she is.

Krizzia may appear frigid on the outside, but that is only scratching the surface. If people want to know, they must develop a close relationship with her first to see how she is—kind and thoughtful. Although fleeting, she seems to have a sense of humor and joy. People trust her because she is a good listener and a reliable friend, and they feel comfortable confiding in her stories as if she were their journal.

Because of her profound personality,

Despite what people think—even if it flatters her—it all felt colorless sometimes. Something about her still feels incomplete.

She needed something to heal her insides and revive herself. The color is violet. She is happy once more and found out that her calling is to serve the public. That is why she chose to study Journalism. Fortunately, she is currently in her second year in college. She gets to explore her interest in photography, sceneries, paintings, books, songs, and Him from above. Writing love letters makes God’s word have an eternal impact on her ears.

It’s all thanks to the color violet, the only one who helped her realize how colorful life might be. Notwithstanding her feeling of vividness, her clothing is dark and neutral, making her appear to be colorless. Although it sounds dim, she finds comfort in it. She also finds solace in the dancing and singing Korean superstars and their dramas that make her cry, swoon, laugh, and feel like she is on cloud nine. He brought a priceless gift, a life. He gave that gift to Krizzia, along with the color violet—back when she was seven years old, the first time she saw it. She had this violet jacket which she hated at first, but right now, she misses it. She longs for the memories she had with it. That is why she cherishes it—a colorful but somehow colorless time.

But this life given to Krizzia is filled with colors. Violets, blues, yellows: they offer a whole palette of beauty, just waiting to be discovered.

Maybe life could be better if happiness had been a consistent state.

Doing what a goddess can’t

by: Eirene Manatlao

Eirana was a benevolent goddess. Men, women, children, and even the elders—the whole of Athens worshipped her. Songs were sung, comedies played, and poems were recited on her every visit. With her came the springtime breeze, the abundance of wealth, and the warm hug of a peaceful night.

She was everything every hopeful man could ever dream of. A face full of mirth, with olive skin against a white chiton, luscious underneath the morning sun. A smile so kind that the fiercest of warriors would surrender in the face of war. A heart dedicated to her kin and blood, and hope for peace so pure and strong. Her existence was the birth of divinity, a symbol of serenity.

What they didn’t know, however, was a

Unlike the goddess, though, she has no will to assume control around her—she respects everyone and everything bigger than her and goes where life’s current will take her. Instead of gazing at the world, she built an entire universe inside her head where she could let her mind swim for hours on end.

Of course, she also loves adventures; but not in the physical way one might expect. This girl explores her strengths and weaknesses by trying different things—writing, learning instruments, reading, and singing. But because of her nature, her boredom ironically won over some of her hobbies which disappeared months after.

But, there were times she related to her godly namesake.

It was how people would look at her sometimes. Smiling, maybe laughing, with eyes wide and full of expectations. Some were light, but others seemed too much for her to carry. Like how the Greeks would expect Eirana to calm the entire nation, the girl is also walking down a path where eyes are on her. Sometimes it’s encouraging, yet sometimes too unnerving. She would think that it takes being a deity to stand up to great expectations and responsibilities.

But Eirene is no goddess.

She’s only human. She’s not divine nor tasked with being the embodiment of a greater good. There are no songs, poems, or plays in her honor. She has no power to change the course of the world.

What she can control, however, is herself. Where she would let herself drift to, how she would decide on her future, and what she’ll do with her life right now. She’s not cursed with the fate of Eirana.

She is Eirene, a girl who is free to wander the depths of the world.

The Mystic Miss

by: Bella M. Dela Merced

Dearest Readers,

Allow me to regale you with the tale that unravels the mystique of Mademoiselle Bella Dela Merced, a woman of intrigue and boundless creativity. Born on the 19th day of September in the year 2003, it was a month adorned with the luscious hues of sapphire. Standing at a statuesque 170 cm, she possesses an air of elegance and an enigmatic aura that keeps society perplexed.

What bemused this author, however, is how this Miss indulges her taste buds, for her culinary explorations span continents. Sinigang, a delectable Filipino soup with tangy and savory notes makes every spoonful a celebration of flavors and brings pride to her roots. But, her food adventures do not halt there. Bella’s audacious spirit led her to the piquant realms of tteokbokki, a Korean rice cake dish introduced by her dear mother that sets her taste buds ablaze. Yet it comforts her with its chewy texture glazed with a fiery kick. And when it’s time for a sweet treat, she surrenders to the velvety delights of cookies and cream ice cream.

Despite her curious persona, a sound can be heard from her heart that beats to the rhythm of the lyrical prowess of Taylor Swift. Among her vast discography, two songs claim the coveted spots in her heart: “All Too Well” and “Don’t Blame Me.” These masterpieces resonate deeply within Miss Bella’s being, serving as a sanctuary in moments of joy and solace.

But it is in the realm of artistry that this Miss truly shines. An artist of many talents, she wields her brushes and pens with the finesse of a seasoned virtuoso. Whether it is crafting intricate

beading work, breathing life into virtual art, or embellishing canvases with her vivid strokes, Miss Bella’s creativity knows no bounds.

Yet, dear readers, do not be fooled into thinking Miss Bella’s pursuits end there. Nay, for her culinary prowess, is a feast for the senses. With flour-dusted hands and an oozing smell from the oven, she embarks on gastronomic adventures that tantalize even the most discerning palates. From cookies to a focaccia bread that emerges from her kitchen like edible works of art, satisfying not only the cravings of those fortunate enough to indulge but also nourishing their souls with the warmth of her love in every food she serves.

And when there is a dull day, the magic of storytelling through shows and movies would transform into a thrilling journey, immersing her in worlds both fantastical and profound. From witchcraft and wizardry to the depths of heartwrenching dramas, she revels in the power of narrative to ignite her imagination.

So, dear readers, as we bid adieu to Miss Bella Dela Merced, we are left with the lingering scent of her cookies, the harmonious strains of Taylor Swift’s melodies, and the indelible mark of her artistic pursuits. Now with the reins held and her coach ready to embark on a new path, let us raise our quills and toast to this remarkable young woman;

whose passion for life and dedication to her artistic endeavors make her a true muse in our midst.

“a mystic yet to further spring,”

BEYOND HORIZON

by: Ashly Nabus

In a crowded room full of people, she tried to condition her heart and mind. She did the breathing exercise she saw online more than three times over.

Her heart pounded like crazy, her palms got sweaty, her legs felt like jelly, and her mind was hazy. Thousands of thoughts surged in at once, only to vanish into dust. She appeared like a fool in front of people when they started to notice her.

Ashly always found it hard to express herself. Being the youngest of her siblings means defending herself when she makes a point is not respecting her elders.

She cannot complain about doing household chores while her brothers are not helping. She can’t even cut her hair too short like a boy, even if she wanted. It’s all because she is the only girl among her siblings, and her parents still adhere to gender norms.

Ashly wishes to share her true feelings with her family, though. She tried standing up for herself numerous times, but no one seemed to hear her. It felt like talking to a wall of darkness. Nonetheless, she likes to think they simply need more time to understand what she feels—more time to understand Ashly.

Fortunately, there’s a pen and paper where she can expose herself without limitations. Writing the bare and naked truth of what she feels and thinks. Ashly developed a passion for writing.

The moment the ink makes contact with the paper, that is where the magic begins. But even then, the spark she used to feel when doing what she used to love faded over time. She once even questioned if she was still good at it.

What an irony, Ashly thought. An aspiring journalist who is timid and struggling with pen and paper.

Still, she never stopped writing.

It’s an unfamiliar, dark place for a 20-yearold girl. But despite that, she sees a tiny flicker of flame; Ashly felt something ignited within her. Her desire to serve the people is still there. It was never lost.

Besides, when there’s something to lose, there’s something to gain. Ashly became hooked on watching K-dramas, K-pop idols, movies, and other TV series. Ashly feels at ease with these around, similar to the feeling she felt when the warm cup of hot chocolate lingered in her palm when the weather was rainy.

She also enjoys photographing sceneries. Perhaps because their city is near the sea, she’s particularly fond of capturing the environment while the sun sets on the horizon. As the waves rule, perfectly mirroring what is in front, the sea glistens in ferocious shades of orange and gold, sometimes with a tint of pink, peach, and purple.

That reminded Ashly that even after a long, exhausting day, there is a captivating beauty waiting for her admiration. She still has lots waiting for her beyond the horizon. So she must go on.

Deep breath in, hold it, wait, then exhale.

Taking the first step: It doesn’t take a Behemoth

by: Merry Nizza Llanto

In Camarines Sur, the central part of the Bicol Peninsula at the southern tip of Luzon Island, a girl was born. It was June 27, 2002, and she was named Merry Nizza. She is raised by her fairy grandparents who always see her as a treasure.

One of the many things Merry dotes on is her long and silky black hair. It reminded her of how her grandmother satiated it by putting sweetscented oil and then grated coconut afterward. Her eyes are shimmering with flickering black ink and convexed irises. She has chapped yet plump lips to pair with its paleness.

Merry isn’t the type to move around places beyond the comforts of home. Even when escorted by her relatives, friends, or beloved parents, she avoids wandering about if it’s without a sense of direction. She doesn’t like walking on protracted roads, not because she is indolent but because of her easily-tiring legs.

Merry greatly appreciates the comfort and security that her home provides. So much so that she wants to keep it only for herself. When news reaches her that there will be a visitor, Merry will immediately drop out of sight and hide somewhere. She doesn’t like to be questioned by strangers, she supposes. Merry lost count of the times people told her she was distant and unapproachable, not knowing that she only felt awkward most of the time.

She is simply ruled by the moon. She may be a crybaby, yet she was nurtured with simple yet tender care that some people do not understand. It is why Merry ensures she is sensitive enough to steer clear of malicious controversies and dramas in life. She might not be clingy towards other people, but she’s adherent to her parents. She tries earnestly to be someone the vulnerable can lean on to make her parents proud, even if it seems too ideological and enthusiastic.

All these she does while being clouded and overwhelmed by countless thoughts inside her head. She wishes to use her curiosity to know what she truly wants and who she wants to be. Merry may be agitated by others’ perceptions of her, but who she is is the girl who rings true in her heart. Knowing how capable she is to adjust and cope with her differences with others, she knew she had more to offer—Merry braved to discover beyond herself.

To be the best, or to be nothing.

She knows that self-discovery is not solely painting others as the monstrous Behemoth. Slowly and surely, finding out that writing is her escape opens endless opportunities for Merry. She is eager to take her first step, no matter how small it is.

Get busy living, or getdyingbusy

by: Mayen Medroso

“I guess it comes down to a simple choice get busy living or get busy dying.”

That is Mayen’s favorite quote from her alltime favorite film, The Shawshank Redemption. You will invariably hear this response from her when asked why she does what she does.

She is a 19-year-old young adult who needs to keep herself occupied all the time. It is merely a chance for her to escape reality and miraculously clear her mind of unwelcome and unwanted thoughts.

In the morning, Mayen is a student, but at night, a corporate slave. She hardly sleeps, as seen by her two large eyes that are obscured by even larger black under-eye bags. It makes Mayen a target for probing questions from those around her.

“Paano mo nagagawang pagsabayin ‘yan, Diyos ka ba?”

“Pinapatay mo ba ang sarili mo? Take it easy.”

These comments reside rent-free in her head. Sometimes they even boost her ego as people praise her resiliency and competency. But deep inside, these questions somehow also make her sad and emotional. It comes to the point where even she asks herself why she still does what she is doing. She is just as exhausted as everyone assumes.

Why she does this to herself, you must be wondering. Well, Mayen doesn’t know the answer either. All she knows is that it began in January 2022, when their university was placed on a two-month academic break.

But Mayen is not good at dealing with change.

With nothing else to do, she became bored—a thought too frightening as unwelcome ideas creep in from behind her during vulnerable moments. So, she decided to send in a job application. And within a day, she was hired. Because Mayen tends to brave whatever circumstance she is in, she stayed; even now, even if it’s killing her.

Working full-time while taking a full load in college jeopardizes her sanity. But does she have a choice? She thinks not. She has to be the busiest person to survive. Mayen constantly hopes that the fruits of her hard labor will one day be the foundation of her journey to happiness. She knows her existence will bring more challenges, but she already knows the game. She has been challenged well enough.

For the time being, Mayen believes it still boils down to a simple choice for her, really: get busy living or get busy dying.

Dear Travelers,

We hope you had an absolute blast as we embarked on a thrilling expedition along the LRT-2 Line! Together, we ventured through the bustling heart of the city, immersing ourselves in the urban wonders that unfold with every stop.

Thank you for being part of this incredible odyssey with us. To more thrilling escapades, as we continue to explore and share the wonders of the world.

Until then, keep your sense of adventure alive!

Warmest regards, Odyssey