Travel: Saigon

Even if I was alive, I felt as if rigor mortis had begun to set in; my legs were stiff, my knees were burning, and my hands had become hardened fists. I tried shifting my weight around, but even my butt had had enough. This was not how I imagined the day would be ending. Early…

Travel: Siem Reap

One dollar! One dollar! It was the chant the street food vendors of Siem Reap made in their religion of capitalism. The other vendors breathed the same thing in multiples of five. “Five dollar! Ten dollar! Fif-TEEN dollar only!” In retrospect, their prices were more expensive than what I’d get back home in the Philippines,…

Traveling Perks

I’m broke. I’ve stopped frequenting cafés, eating out, and heading straight to the shops with bright red SALES banners. Now I pack almost everything in an adult lunchbox (a bunch of tupperware containers in a ziplock) and turn my head whenever I pass by my favourite shops. I tell everyone I’m broke. And yet, I’m…